Quick Transmigration: Matchmaker’s Guide

The first generation of the interstellar age will always be the first generation. Even if we are reincarnated, you don’t get to trample us at will. Do you really think I used all my strength against you?

One wore white mourning clothes, the other a red wedding gown. One represented the sorrow of life and death keeping two people apart; the other, a fated bond tying hearts together across a thousand miles. You could call her the Matchmaker, or you could call her Death. There were rumors across the stars that the Matchmaker had another side, but few had ever seen it.

The Matchmaker was born to protect, while Death was born to pass judgment. I will use my eternal life to protect the eternal life of the other me. Anyone who harms a destined couple will have to kill me first.

Sword Emperor, the greatest obstacle on your path to winning your wife’s heart isn’t the red thread. It’s me, Death. The Matchmaker and I share one body and two souls. We’ve been this way since the day we were born.

Since ancient times, fate has determined who will be joined in love; life and death cannot sever the spirits of heaven and earth.

Boss, oh Boss, am I, Death, really worth so little?