The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration

I’vehadenoughofbeingtransmigratedintobooks.Youwouldbetiredofittoo,especiallyifitwasalreadyyourfourthtimedoingit.Thistime,Ibecamethefemalelead’svillainousoldersister.‘Oh,I’msosickofthis.’Yetagain,Iwassurethislifewouldn’tbeexcitingeither.Ihadledstraightforwardlivesbefore,andthenIdiedandmovedontothenext.Butwhywasitthatthisiterationwasataddifferent?‘WhycanIusetheabilitiesIhadinmysecondtransmigration?’‘Whyisthefemaleleadbotheringmesomuch?’Alicia,thisnovel’sprotagonist,wasfatedtohaveapoor,emaciatedlife.However,consideringthatshewasthisnovel’strueheroine,Icouldn’tjustletherrollthroughthemudlikethis.Iwoulddoeverythinginmypowertochangeherfate.‘Myyoungersister,don’tbecomethefemaleleadthistime.’Toachievemygoalthroughaprojectherebydubbedasthe[Mob-AliciaProject],I’verecruitedthemalelead’solderbrother.CassionCarter.Hewasthevillainwhowasalmostkilled—no,wasfatedtobekilled—bythemalelead.“Ifyouwanttolive,promisemeonething.”Asifhewasawildbeastthathadbeenhuntedandlefttodiealone,hebreathedwithincredibledifficulty.Ireachedtowardthepoorman’sfaceandcaressedhischeek,leaningdowntowhispersoftly.“IfIsaveyou…”Laydownyourownlifeonthelinetoprotectmysister.