Depois de ouvir pensamentos, a protagonista usada como ferramenta enlouqueceu
Jiang Zao morreu de forma inesperada e achava que iria reportar-se ao submundo, mas descobriu que havia sido transmigrado para uma história onde não havia nada para fazer e se tornara um personagem de fundo sem presença. A senhorita rica com uma fortuna de dezenas de milhares de moedas... um personagem de fundo sem presença. Essa configuração é literalmente feita sob medida para ela ter uma vida relaxada de aposentadoria. Mas... quem pode me dizer por que a heroína é minha meia-irmã de pai diferente! A irmã já basta... por que ela vai para o mundo da cultivacao e insiste em me levar junto! O mundo da cultivacao onde matam sem piscar os olhos é bom para morrer, né!
Depois de ouvir pensamentos, a protagonista usada como ferramenta enlouqueceu
"Ding—"
"Warning! Warning!"
"System data corruption detected. Please address immediately..."
...
Jiang Zao felt irritable from the faint, persistent sound. She wanted to open her eyes and silence whatever was disturbing her sleep.
"Shut up!"
"My dear, my precious..."
The middle-aged man beside the bed paused, looking at Jiang Zao, who had sat up abruptly in a fit of irritation, appearing at a loss.
He indeed had something to discuss with his precious daughter, but he had only just entered and hadn't even spoken yet; why was she in such a foul mood?
Once Jiang Zao was fully awake, the annoying sound vanished without a trace, and the headache subsided, allowing her to calm down.
The man looked at her with concern, his expression filled with doubt. "My dear, are you alright?"
Hearing his caring tone, Jiang Zao shifted her gaze to the man by the bedside. Seeing his haggard face, she felt a brief moment of disorientation before smiling and saying, "I am fine, Father."
"As long as you are fine." Jiang Weian’s heart settled, a relieved smile appearing on his face.
That was right; this was no longer the world she knew.
Three days ago, she had died unexpectedly in her original world, only to transpire into a novel she had read in her spare time. Her current identity was nothing more than an insignificant background character.
In these three days, Jiang Zao had thought things through thoroughly.
Being a background character was fine; it meant she wou
