Summary
I transmigrated as the fake-death stand-in for the universally beloved female lead in a PO novel. The System told me to save myself using my field of study. I stared at the keyboard in my hands, lost in thought. So the next day, a real-time updated melodramatic love-harem post suddenly went viral. “What do I do?! My sister got drunk and was taken away by a top idol, while I’m still playing a game with her childhood friend for her, but her fiancé is knocking at the door!” To the Beastfolk, who uphold monogamous relationships, this was like shocking literature. The number of people online urging for updates and waiting for the follow-up reached millions. Some even declared: “If you don’t finish the follow-up and then disappear, I’ll call the police immediately!” “I have top-level clearance to track your location!” I breathed a sigh of relief. Online bodyguards I’ve never met, with those words, I’m reassured.