by Marukuro Rafaello
I died the day after defending my law degree, full of plans to become a ruthless prosecutor. Instead, I woke up in the body of a woman named Amanda — a minor character in the trashy otome game novel I had been reading before the truck ended my life. Now I’m stuck as her. A woman. In a world that was never meant for me. I know every plot point, every death flag, and every dirty secret this rotten empire hides. The heroine, the capture targets, the villainess… I remember them all. Too bad the story has already gone off the rails. The cold knight who was supposed to ignore me now won’t leave me alone. The psychotic villainess keeps calling me “big sister.” And the apocalypse decided to arrive ahead of schedule. Fine. I didn’t die in a stupid truck accident just to become a background mob character again. This time, I’m not here to follow the route. I’m here to rewrite it — and sit on the throne at the end.
