Synopsis
Sophie Wexler found herself transmigrated into a novel set in The Galaxy, assuming the role of the cruel, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original character consistently stirred up trouble and created challenges for the female lead, resulting in widespread animosity from the entire internet. After her transmigration, witnessing the havoc wreaked by the original owner, Sophie's immediate reaction was: “What kind of nightmare start is this?!” In an effort to avoid the same fate as the original character, Sophie Wexler dedicated herself to her new life, behaved diligently, kept her distance from the male and female leads, made amends to the soldiers affected by the original owner, and aimed to be an exemplary citizen of The Galaxy, determined not to become the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! With no money and no power, Sophie also had to support a man who had been unwittingly entangled in the original owner's troubles. Thus, she had no option but to hustle. She began live streaming, took on the persona of a masked singer, and organized concerts. Initially, netizens scoffed: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 However, they were soon proven wrong.【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams gained immense popularity, the masked singer became a massive hit, and tickets for her concerts were rapidly sold out throughout The Galaxy. Sophie felt satisfied, thinking, “This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?” But to her surprise, the man she had been caring for and supporting turned out to be the Imperial Marshal?!---One day, Yancey Forrest returned home to find that the lively person who always claimed to care for him was missing. His expression darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After locating her, Yancey traced his fingers along Sophie's neck with a gentle smile. “Why run?” Sophie quivered. “You... you're the Imperial Marshal?” With his identity revealed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and placed it slowly on his own neck ring. “You know I won't kill you, don't you?”
