Duan Chunshui: “So, when she jumps, are you two going to collect the body?”

“……”

Sang Manman didn’t give them much time. Perhaps she considered that once the police arrived, jumping off the building would be much harder. After bidding farewell to the world with her head raised high, she finally looked down at the man below.

The man on the ground could no longer stand. Half-kneeling on the pavement, he gazed up at her almost in prayer, his eyes bloodshot.

Her eyes, bright and beautiful, were made even more transparent and tragic by the tears that lingered. A strand of hair swept across her cheek with the wind, and as the breeze stopped, the last tear fell.

Amid this heart-wrenching beauty, she silently spoke to her system: [System, isn’t this world way too simple?]

System: [Indeed, for the host, this world is child’s play.]

Sang Manman: [It must be because this world is too mundane and boring. After all, we’ve been to so many thrilling and dangerous worlds.]

Sang Manman was a quick-transmigration operative. Like many others, she had been bound to a quick-transmigration system upon her death. If she completed a set number of tasks across different worlds, she could be reborn.

For her, the quota was 18 tasks, all involving fulfilling the revenge or scumbag-punishing wishes of women on the brink of their death.

This was her 17th world. Before this, she had navigated ancient inner-court dramas, post-apocalyptic survival scenarios, and revenge in cultivation settings. Compared to those, this world was simpler than a beginner’s level.

When she took on this mission, the original Sang Manman of this world had passed on her wish for revenge. She said that if it couldn’t be fulfilled, her chance at a new life wouldn’t matter anyway.

In this world, Sang Manman had died six months ago in that suicide attempt. At the time of her death, “Sang Manman” accepted her wish and inherited her body.

The scumbag was Zheng Yu, who had dated Sang Manman but always loved someone else—his “white moonlight.” However, Sang Manman, foolishly in love, gave her whole heart to him. She saw him as a savior who had entered her life unexpectedly and poured all her affection into him.

Sang Manman was a model. Despite her glamorous appearance, she was insecure and deeply troubled. She came from a rural background, and even her urban friends sometimes mocked her for being unsophisticated, let alone people in the high-fashion industry.

She lacked knowledge and her own aesthetic, often becoming the target of ridicule by designers and other models in her early years. Although things eventually improved, her glossy exterior masked a sensitive, self-conscious soul.

Zheng Yu was the one who “healed” her.

Their meeting seemed like fate. After a fashion show, Zheng Yu waited outside until dark just to tell her that her eyes were like stars.

He came from a privileged background, had impeccable taste, and was intimately familiar with the styles and stories of every brand she walked for. Gentle and attentive, he taught her how to dress, introduced her to fine things, and led her into the world of fame and fortune.

Magazines called her a rose growing in the wild. The wildness was her background; the rose was cultivated by him.

She loved him so much that she saw him as her entire world.

Later, when she discovered Zheng Yu’s white moonlight, her fragile psyche began to crumble. And when she learned the true reason why Zheng Yu started dating her, she broke completely.

She had thought Zheng Yu was her romantic savior, but in truth, their relationship had been a cruel joke. On the day they first met, Zheng Yu was accompanying his white moonlight to her fashion show.

The white moonlight, an artist with severe corneal inflammation, was told by her doctor that she might need a corneal transplant and would be unable to paint for a while. Depressed and pessimistic, she attended the show with Zheng Yu during one of her better days.

Upon seeing Sang Manman, the white moonlight remarked to Zheng Yu, “Her eyes are so beautiful. Go date her. Stop hanging around someone whose eyes are about to fail like me.”

Then, overcome with emotion, she broke down and cried.

Zheng Yu, deeply in love with her, agreed to her request just to calm her down. He approached Sang Manman backstage—not out of romantic interest but as part of this twisted consolation.

What Sang Manman thought was a grand gesture of love was simply Zheng Yu hesitating and waiting for his white moonlight’s emotions to stabilize.

Every time the white moonlight had an emotional outburst, Zheng Yu would bring Sang Manman to public events—events where the white moonlight would always be present.

When Sang Manman realized that her supposed romance was born out of such absurdity and that every moment of love had been a lie, she exploded. 

During a heated argument, Zheng Yu, in a fit of anger, said, “If only your eyes were hers.”

That was the moment the original Sang Manman decided to end her life.

After learning the original Sang Manman’s story, “Sang Manman” fell silent.

“Forget it”,” she thought. “I’ve already taken on this mission.”

Dealing with a scumbag like Zheng Yu was too easy for her.

She excelled at becoming beautiful and strong enough to impress others, creating moments of peril for a “bridge effect,” conjuring jealousy-inducing scenarios, and performing tragic yet heroic rescues. Breaking someone’s heart and letting go? She had mastered it all.

Now, all she needed was the final blow before leaving this dull and uninspired world for the next.

As for the impact of her departure? That was none of her concern.

Sang Manman: [System, reduce the pain to the minimum.]

System: [Pain level minimized. The host will not feel discomfort.]

Sang Manman: [Also, apply a ‘Broken Beauty Filter.’]

She had accumulated many rewards from previous missions and figured there was no point in saving them now. With only one world left, why not use them?

Sang Manman: [Even in death, I will die beautifully.]

System: [‘Broken Beauty Filter’ applied. Looking forward to the host’s stunning death~]

The wind swept Sang Manman’s long hair as she spread her arms like a butterfly opening its wings and leaped—

Only to be caught in a metaphorical web, just like a butterfly stuck in a net.