After ten years in fandom, I transmigrated into a cultivation world as the female side character everyone hated.
“I order you to apologize to Junior Sister,” Senior Brother said.
“Before I apologize, there’s something you should know.
Junior Sister ships our founding matriarch with her partner.
She even called them a match made in heaven—a talented man and a beautiful woman.”
Senior Brother immediately rounded on her.
“You tasteless fool!
How is that freeloading pill-brewer good enough for our matriarch?”
I handed him a pile of miniature portraits of the matriarch and other merch, then clasped his hand.
“Exactly!
Our queen shines alone!
When will that pill-brewer learn to stand on his own?”
My fellow stan burst into tears and hugged me tight.
Then he stuffed a heap of magical artifacts and spirit stones into my arms.
The system was stunned.
“Host, do you realize you just got everything the heroine spent six months working for?”
I took a cigarette from the system inventory and lit it.
“A rival this weak?
I can take her out in one hit.”
