Novel & Cerita The Exhausting Reality Of Novel Transmigration

My pulse pounds violently in my ears while the final sentence slowly appears beneath the others. [FAILURE TO RESTORE DESTINY WILL RESULT IN PERMANENT STAY IN THE NOVEL.] I stare at my reflection surrounded by glowing silver letters, and for the first time since transmigrating into this world—I feel truly trapped.

[Dear Transmigrator, So, you died again. I was half-hoping that you wouldn't be reading this letter, but you are back here already. How sad! Just kidding. I am not sad. Now, you know the difficulty level of this novel. All the characters are nuts. I pity you though. I didn't die like this. You haven't finished one-third of the last part in the story and you are already here. Do you feel like cursing now? Go ahead.

I tried to keep my face straight and continue reading. "15th of February, Year 1522. As for me, Janice Arcala Katelyn Gustav, as a fan of online literature and animes, I loved reading transmigration genre novels and isekai animes. I know quite a lot of useful things and specifically read up on the corresponding knowledge! "This is the stage where I can display my abilities! "But, I realized that my memory is not good! I almost forgot everything! "Heaven allowed me to move to another world, but I wasn't given an outstanding memory or a system. Nor was I given a two-way door. How can I survive like this!?

[You revived my barely living soul. "How…?" What is she talking about? Isn't all the novels that I've read so far with transmigrating leads lost their original souls and the new soul residing inside their body will continue their life? Isn't that how transmigration works? I have so many questions that I am near losing my mind. I'm slowly losing my sanity taking in these informations. [To answer your questions, you first needed to go to the school.] "After going to the school, what do I need to do?"

It wasn't better that this was a fantasy world and the possibility of the riskiest thing in transmigration happening to one even higher. If she wasn't careful... she could possibly lose herself and her main identity in this job! The fact that there was a chance of her getting lost in this world with no memories or even fake ones while living as another person till the day she died! That was one of the most horrible risks of transmigration. 'Because in the end, no matter how great it is to be so many people at the same time, losing one's self in the process IS scary.' "Won't you hop on?"

Taika was a little different from other transmigration, she didn't wanted vengeance neither or wealth, she wasn't betrayed by her close ones neither did she get killed by anyone. In fact Taika had a normal peaceful life, a lovely parents and doting siblings and great friends who supported her when she was facing hardship or trouble. Like a bad dream her prefect life shattered one very night, her life took a double turn when she woke up only to find out she is dead and was bond to a transmigration cycle without her consent. She became a life puppet to the system cycle, due to her pure character she had to take twisted classes in order to be a villainess.

The huge claggy clay swampland is being reshaped as our delicate, intricate porcelain travels across the world. All those warriors who lived a life underground have homes, families. New towns have sprung up. The bridges have been a success, encouraging migration and movement between packs. I should bounce out of my bed every morning. It means nothing. Not without Cass. I’m a fucking shell all over again. Why was the brightest period of my life so desperately short?

I just hope my job doesn't require scheming or revenge like any other transmigration novels I read. After I took a bath, I put on my clothes and checked the bag that belongs to the previous host. Looking at the paper bills, it looks different. I was about to check the host's ID when someone called on my phone. 'Mom' I slide it on. "Where are you?! They are already here! If you don't come here in 10 minutes, say goodbye to your shitty boards!" The woman on the other side of the phone didn't even let me talk and hang up the phone.

As Sol Ming returned her gaze to the lingering screen in front of her and discovered that Meng Meng cannot see it. That everything made sense to her. This is really a system like those on the web – fictional novels she once read. In which means something strange was going on with this whole transmigration thing. "Anyway, are you done picking up?" Sol Ming returned to the business, ignoring the floating screen beside them. Like the snaps of her finger, her question diverted the attention of the boy who was almost clinging over her while she made another condensed glance toward the mushroom, and then to a quiet printed sentence on the system but with a token of presaging.

Lila's mouth twitched. She instinctively covered her face. [System! This NPC has become sentient!] System: [...] I watched her expression. Crossed my legs. Swayed my foot. My tone was casual. "You have the loosest lips I've ever seen. You just blurt everything out." "Add to that your obsession with following the script and trying to steal someone else's man, and combined with my extensive reading experience? It's classic transmigration fiction." "I just didn't think it actually existed."