
Reincarnated as the villainous daughter in an otome game, doomed to have my heart run through by the male lead's sword at age eighteen. To survive, I've decided to start correcting the plot today—

Reincarnated as the villainous daughter in an otome game, doomed to have my heart run through by the male lead's sword at age eighteen. To survive, I've decided to start correcting the plot today—

No CP, infinite flow, somewhat ensemble-focused, with NPC roleplaying plots. There is no romance. The story will not include scenes where the female lead blushes, has a racing heart, or gives off romantic vibes because of contact with NPCs or players. A team will form later, and everyone’s relationship is purely that of comrades-in-arms. In order to seek rebirth, countless people who died in accidents are drawn into a game called “Anomalous Infection.” In the game, players must directly face all kinds of strange phenomena, improve their occupational abilities, and struggle to survive. Generally speaking, after their first game, players receive a profession linked to their performance. Bai Ci looked at her profession, named “Ghost Bride,” and fell into deep thought. After a few more games, Bai Ci looked again at her profession, whose full title had become “Ghost Bride Who Brings Death to Her Husbands,” and once again fell into deep thought. Bai Ci: Although it’s true that every NPC husband, fiancé, or boyfriend who shows up ends up dying, that doesn’t prove I bring death to my husbands, right? A certain lively teammate: “Dear high-quality NPC friend, congratulations, you’ve been selected. Would you like to learn more about our professional one-stop service for murder, inheritance, and asset transfer? Please hand over your estate for us to inherit.” Aside from some former-husband NPCs, there will be no romantic descriptions of anyone else’s feelings toward the female lead. The female lead herself has no romantic reaction toward anyone.

I, Luo Qingyu, a college senior, died suddenly while writing my thesis. I thought I would go through the standard Netherworld procedures after death, but when I woke up, I found I had transmigrated—and into a drab, penniless extra, no less. Upon realizing I had transmigrated into the novel Crossing the Starry River with a Single Sword that I had read before, after a brief silence, I decided to stay far, far away from the Five Sects. Are you kidding me? With no power and no talent, wouldn't I be the very first to die if I encountered danger in there? As a clear-headed master of laying low, Luo Qingyu decided to return to her old trade: rent a storefront in the market, open a shop, comfortably lie back to earn spirit stones, and live as a happy little parasite. Unfortunately, the system in her head refused to go along with it no matter what! [Warning! The host is attempting to deviate from the main plot!] [Issuing Mandatory Quest: Join the Changming Sect and become a Personal Disciple.] [Penalty for Failure: Returned to original world with soul destroyed.] Luo Qingyu: "..." To save her own miserable life, she had no choice but to get dragged into the main plot, biting the bullet to squeeze into the Changming Sect and becoming Ye Qiao's Fourth Senior Sister. Looking at this Junior Sister in front of her who drew aggro everywhere she went, Luo Qingyu was utterly speechless. Seeing how much hatred she drew back in the book was bad enough, but in reality, this little ancestor's trouble-making speed and aggro levels were ten times worse! Left with no other choice as her senior sister, Luo Qingyu was dragged astray by Ye Qiao as well. Every day, if she wasn't causing trouble, she was on her way to cause trouble.

"What? Joining Tianyun Peak means I'll die?" "No way, I'm going to a different peak." Having transmigrated into a book, Wang Xuanyi learned that he would meet his demise if he joined Tianyun Peak, so he decisively turned right around and joined Tianzhu Peak instead. Even though Tianyun Peak was teeming with countless beauties, he dared not set foot there. As the saying goes, the beauties belong to the protagonist. Why would a minor supporting character get mixed up in that—unless he has a death wish? An aloof, breathtaking master, a haughty eldest senior sister, a gentle and considerate second senior sister, a petite and delicate junior sister, an adorable youngest junior sister... Sorry, Old Wang doesn't need any of that. He thought having an old geezer who loved alcohol like his own life and an obedient little Martial Junior Brother on Tianzhu Peak would be plenty. Until many years later...

If a white-haired, beast-eared loli with an unbearably tragic past appeared before you, what would you do? “Give her meticulous care, heal the wounds in her soul… and then die before her eyes.” If a girl who dropped out of school to chase her artistic dreams and ended up homeless appeared before you, what would you do? “Set up a shell talent agency, lure her in, tell her you’re holding a concert just for her—then actually send her to busk in the park.” If… “There are no so many ifs.” Watching the card characters who had all turned dark come knocking at her door, Xu Xiaoyou—grabbed by the collar and lifted off the ground—looked completely helpless. “I’m just trying to survive… so how did my bad reputation spread throughout the entire supernatural world?”

As a peak player in the game Xian Yuan who had maxed out all secondary professions, Shi Yu was a master of artifact refining, alchemy, array formations, and talismans. One day, she transmigrated to the cultivation realm, becoming the noble Ninth Princess of a mortal empire and even getting accepted as a disciple by the famous Xuanqing Immortal Venerable. By all rights, her life should have been smooth sailing and thoroughly delightful. Yet when she arrived, her spiritual meridian had been stripped away, her life force cut off, leaving her a useless invalid unable to cultivate. To make matters worse, her entire sect viewed her as a disgrace and cast her aside like a worn-out shoe. Looking at the secondary profession skills that had transmigrated along with her, Shi Yu thought: No big deal.