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Her hair constantly slapped against her face, her eyes squinting involuntarily as she tumbled through the air. It didn't help that the wind was particularly violent today, throwing off her balance even further.
Her heart drummed deafeningly in her ears, her breaths unsteady.
Even if she wanted to scream, Cecil couldn't.
Her entire world was spinning, and all she could see was a myriad of colours and landscape. She did not know where and when she was going to land.
Fuck! What the fuck!
Cecil could only scream in her mind, unable to find any kind of balance in the air.
[ Warning: Please be advised that once you land, there will be a zero percent chance of survival. We, the Transmigration World System, will not be responsible for your death in this world. ]
"What makes you think I wouldn't fucking know that, AI500?!"
Cecil spat harshly in her mind, and a sudden thought occured to her.
[ Please refrain from speaking vulgarities-- ]
"AI500, my points! My points, my points! What can I spend them on?! The points shop, open it! Hurry hurry hurry!"
[ ... ]
[ Welcome to the Points Shop! Over here, you can spend the points accumulated in the world you have earned in your transmigration journey-- ]
"I don't fucking care about your damn introduction, show me your waaaaares!"
Cecil was spinning around in the air, frantic.
She felt sick.
She felt frightened down to her core.
She finally released the scream that has been stuck in her throat for the longest time. Alas, the scream didn't do her any justice, and neither did it help her.
It only made the demise more imminent.
[ Please select your option.
1. Equipment
2. Potions
3. Vanity
4. Enhancements
5. Weapons
6. Misc. ]
Cecil wanted to pull at her hair in frustration, her vision was already spinning and asking her to choose an option in this state?
It was as if the AI secretly wanted her death to arrive earlier.
"Just show everything, AI500! Are you kidding me with this right now?!"
Her hair slapped at her face again, and Cecil squeezed her eyes shut, flailing her limbs about helplessly in the air.
Whenever she tried to adjust her position, the wind just strikes her back without hesitation.
[ Alright, I will show all the current wares you have unlocked this far~ ]
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FantasyTransmigrating into a cannon fodder villain from her favourite novel, Cecil Lan, our heroine decides to change her entire fate. Her only goal was to prevent her precious protagonist from meeting the miserable ending, and to help him live happily eve...
