by L. K. Rune
The worst thing that can happen to a girl out to buy ice-cream is being slammed by a ten-ton truck while trying to shield your best friend from certain death... At least, that's what Vanessa had thought before she opened her eyes in a bed that was softer than anything Physics should allow, in a medieval fantasy world that looked suspiciously like the garbage romance novel Ellie had been screaming about the night before and wait for it--being transmigrated as the villainous sister of the villain who kills everyone... Really, a most fantastic afterlife, if it even existed. That is until she finds the Female Lead of the story, crouched behind a tree muttering something suspiciously like, "No no no NO—this is NOT happening, I refuse to be Isekai Trope Number Five! Truck-kun? Seriously?! Why couldn’t I get reincarnated as a dragon? Or a magical talking sword? Or literally ANYTHING that doesn’t get executed by that crazy villain-?!" She was clawing at the grass like she expected a menu screen to pop up and offer a log out button. Vanessa just stared. Because her best friend, the girl who tripped over a stationary bicycle, had now been reborn as the Saintess of the empire, who ALSO gets killed by her psychotic brother. Great. Just perfect. If this was karma for the stunt she pulled with the lady at Walmart, then Karma was more petty than she had thought. This was all that trashy novel's fault!
