Naomi's existence is tied to the System that enables her to transmigrate into the world of novels. She became a Traveler with the purpose to live out the role of second female leads or "villainesses" in order to fulfill their unfinished business.
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'I dare to dream, even when odds are against me. I dare to hope, even when all hopes are lost within me. Most of all, I dare to love, though fate rarely smiles at the lovelorn.
It is so funny tothink that after everything I went through, I still adored my journey since itled me to you. How did it all begin, anyway? Well, it went like this...'
- An Excerpt from Don't Blame a Daydreamer, Marianne's POV
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The gentle laughter tickling the air seamlessly attracted the crowd's attention. All turned their heads to watch a beautiful girl laughing in delight as she ran past them, waves of golden strands following after her. She ignored their admiring glances and stunned appearances, as if she was oblivious of the attention she garnered, or she was simply so used to it, she could hardly care.
The school uniform she wore hugged her curves with elegance, its fabric caressing her skin like a gentle breeze, while her eyes shimmered like the depths of an emerald sea. Her face glowed as she beamed, her radiant smile leaving a trail of awe and fascination in its wake. In an instant, she captured the hearts of many through that smile alone.
"Woah, who is that? I haven't seen her here before..."
"Is she a transfer student? She looks good."
Such aura—such face—was only deserving for this circle's female lead.
The story had finally begun.
Naomi reclined in the plush seat of the black limousine, its tinted windows serving as a shield from prying eyes, easily concealing her identity. With an air of nonchalance, she observed Marianne, the heroine of this circle, weaving through the bustling throng with unabashed enthusiasm.
Despite the palpable anticipation permeating the air, Naomi's expression remained unimpressed, her solemn eyes betraying her detachment. In a different life, she might have shared in their collective excitement for a beautiful girl. But after traveling to numerous circles and seeing countless breathtaking figures, she became somewhat immune to their superficial allure.
