Transmigration of Starfire: Let's Have Some Fun~
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Starfire: The top assassin feared by all, with a side hobby as an anonymous hacker who no one knew about - not even the organisation she worked for. Who would have thought she was the short, always-smiling, blonde girl who seemed to have no care in life and was always just looking for fun?
And yes, if you are wondering "was?" That's because she died.
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[So yes, you are dead. I am a top system who helped you, and now you will be going from world to world to complete quests and-] The system was cut off from its listings as Starfire laughed.
"Really?~ That sounds like a lot of fun. I accept!" She said with a grin that took the system aback.
[But I didn't even...]
"Mhm?" She rose a brow and the system just went silent, deciding to sulk in its mind instead.
{She didn't even allow me to tell her the reward she gets after...} If it could, it would have gone to a dark corner in the space to crouch there and sulk. {I couldn't even brag about myself and how powerful I am to bring her from the dead...}
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Join Starfire as she journeys on... just for fun.
Oh, right, I almost forgot! The "Head" is trying to get her to attain something, and an amused stalke- spectator appeared who might be her friend or foe.
Be prepared for a dash of humor, action, world-hopping, mystery, and well... fun!
Trigger warning: I shouldn't have to say this, but there will be mentions of death and dark humor here as is expected in transmigration/reincarnation stories.
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