These days, transmigrating in cosplay is a pretty common thing, said the Bandaged Cosplayer. After going through all kinds of steps with her friend, she'd finally managed to return to her own world.
Then the Bandaged Cosplayer discovered she wasn't the only one who'd transmigrated. Why had people from her group started transmigrating one after another?
A certain Six Eyes Cosplayer: "Ah! My young, beautiful fave! I have to toss his boxed lunch!"
The Strongest, whose personality had just begun to take shape: "Relax. Leave everything to me."
The Bomb Disposal Expert, who successfully avoided the explosion: "I woke up and found myself on my way to save my fellow officer. There's an undercover agent over there, and my dear friend over there. Just watch me save them across time and space!"
The Bandaged Cosplayer, seeing what her friends had been up to: "Does anyone remember that all we need to do is earn their recognition? Why has everyone started trying to save the people they regret losing?!"
The Bandaged Cosplayer, expressionless: "System, are you there? System, are you there? I think I could save my friend across time and space too, really! Just give me another chance to start over!"
World One:
A certain Bandaged Lady: "As an ordinary person, what did she do wrong besides spouting dark thoughts every day?"
A certain Gravity Manipulator Lady joins the group chat: "Shouldn't I be the one who's worse off? Dazai's at least been whitewashed, while I'm still completely black!"
A nonexistent Gourmet Lady raises her hand helplessly: "Um, has anyone considered what I'm supposed to do in a world where I don't exist?"
What else could they do? They could only pick up their settings, mix truth and fiction, and do their best to play their roles! Life had to go on, after all! Stay strong.jpg
World Two:
A gender-swapped version of a certain Strongest Teacher: "This is transmigration, right? Awesome! Let's cause trouble, cause trouble, cause trouble!"
A certain Cursed Spirit Manipulation Teacher: "Don't go around making life hard for ordinary people!"
Watching her fellow officer offer advice while joining in, a certain doctor who preferred to remain unnamed fell silent: "Thanks. I don't know those people."
OOC warning!
This is a story about a group of cosplayers trying to change the fates they regret, and accidentally changing the world.
The first world doesn't involve saving anyone. The title's story begins in the second world, but the first world will appear again later.
The cosplayers are gender-swapped, with no CP for anyone. It's about friendship.
Theme: Stay true to yourself and keep heading toward the sun.
Hahahahaha, are you going to use that bag to kick helicopters?
Three hundred thousand words! Sprinkle flowers [spread flowers] [sprinkle flowers] [sprinkle flowers]
Thanks for the limited fee. [Like] Looks great.
What's this? It's an update 😭
Grandma, the novel you are following has been updated——
Hey, of course they are my relatives and friends Given haha
Madam, what are you doing? The Guinness record is typing 807 letters per minute. Calculating that each Chinese character requires six letters, you can type approximately 134 words per minute. Since you are not the record holder, let's calculate it as 100 words per minute. According to the standards of the world organization, a person's healthy sleep time is eight hours, and you spend about two hours eating every day, 20 minutes to go to the toilet, 40 minutes to wash, one hour to exercise, two hours to get inspiration, and then stripping off another hour of dazed fishing, you should have nine hours to type and type 54,000 words, but you only put so little content every day, how come? To be honest, is it a deduction? None of the donkeys in the production team dared to rest like this, so my wife quickly got up to code!!! Don't make me beg you
Hahahahaha, are we going to start a fight? 💪
Blindly guessing that the murderer is his current girlfriend
I won the prize! I'm so happy, I can't wait to see them capture the criminals.