Talk about hitting the jackpot. Not only was I transmigrated to another world by a truck, the standard must-play experience for transmigrators, but the impact split me in half.
I thought I’d become Qiaovanni, a boy from a classic fallen clan, ready to wait thirty years to turn the tables. Then I met my other half, the supreme [Saintess of the Sky].
Good grief, forget waiting thirty years to turn the tables. Wouldn’t it be better to cuddle up to my soft, cuddly other self and live off her?
Is this okay? It’s absolutely not okay!
Then my memories came back. I remembered I’d transmigrated into the dating sim I’d played in my previous life, and that my self as the [Saintess of the Sky] was the [Protagonist]’s destined lover. I’d stolen the [Protagonist]’s lover!
I had no choice but to...
Who said this protagonist was no good? This protagonist is amazing!
Protagonist, protagonist, your lovers are all wonderful!
Wait, what do you mean you couldn’t protect me, and let those little homewreckers steal me away?
Let’s talk this out. Don’t go yandere!
Many years later, after her man had been stolen away time and again, the [Protagonist] couldn’t help but transform into a champion of pure love. With Qiaovanni in one arm and a woodcutter’s axe in the other, she smiled sweetly as she faced down the [Saintess of the Sky] and all their dear sisters.
[Protagonist]: My dear big sister, are you a homewrecker too?
[Saintess of the Sky]: ???
(Dual bodies, self-love (?), the original protagonist’s jilted lover turns yandere)
