Off Work, Then Transform into a Magical Girl - Author’s Words

Yu Mian has been an orphan since she was a child. Fortunately, she has a kind person to support her, and the kind person is a starlet.
With gratitude, she became the little star’s first fan, sent him messages of encouragement, helped him make the rankings, and helped him tear up the sunspots for him, and accompanied him from obscurity to the top of the entertainment circle, and won the actor trophy.
Yu Mian thought that she would silently protect him for the rest of her life, but in a car accident, she transmigrated into Yu Mianmian, the fiancée of the movie emperor’s family.
On the first day of transmigrating, the film king appeared in front of her. Before Yu Mian could recover from the joy of seeing the idol, she saw a man with a cold face handing over a piece of paper.
The voice was low and indifferent: “We are just a family marriage, we just need to play around.”
Yu Mian Xingxingyan nodded, took the contract and smiled so much that she couldn’t see her teeth. Idols are for looking up to. As a qualified fan, being able to get close to her is enough to satisfy her.
Once dressed as a wealthy lady, Yu Mian, a commoner, just wants to eat and wait to die, and spend money and money on idols!
But why did the idol, who said he was good at acting on the occasion, look more and more wrong in her eyes?
One day, the film king blocked her in a corner: “When will our marriage be held?”
Yu Mian blinked suspiciously: “Didn’t you say you don’t want to get married too early?”
The film emperor gritted his teeth secretly: “I changed my mind, and suddenly wanted to try what it would be like to be called my husband.”
Lin Jianshen: I call my husband every day on the Internet, when will I actually call him once?
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【Daily Stream/Sweet Cookies/No Cruelty No Scum】
The author is not in the circle, please forgive me if there is any inaccuracy.

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This is a story of a transmigrator leading a small martial sect to rise. It is a fantasy tale set in a world of ordinary people cultivating and vying for supremacy, without the assistance of any system.

His muscles screamed, his body begged for rest, his mind ordered him to stop. But Bakugo couldn't. Not while Izuku hadn't arrived. So, he pushed forward. Every explosion, every strike, every movement was pure determination, a reflection of his unwavering will to win.For a moment, he felt beyond himself. Fast. Precise. Almost invincible.And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The battlefield vanished, and the pain ceased.It was in that moment that Katsuki Bakugo understood... he had died.Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, images or songs featured in this fic. Additionally, I do not claim ownership of any products or properties mentioned in this novel. This work is entirely fanfic.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.