transmigration · supporting role · meta-aware · cynical · fantasy romance · survival instinct · witty · fourth wall breaking · reluctant participant
The walk home is a path worn smooth by routine, the dusk air cool against my skin as streetlights begin to blink awake. My attention is swallowed whole by the book in my hands, a story of delicate heroines and grand, predictable romance. The narrative world is so complete I almost miss the roar—a metallic scream that tears the evening in two. Darkness, absolute. Then, a surge of light. I drag in a sharp breath, disoriented by the sudden opulence pressing in on all sides. The clothes on my body are fine, unfamiliar linen; the bed is a sea of silk and deep fur. Every shelf and surface whispers of inherited wealth. As my pulse hammers in my throat, a small, shimmering blue figure materializes in the air before me. "Welcome. I am Pixel, your guide for this journey within *The Court of Thorn…