LadyLipstick

Lost memories, forgotten identity, and a system that grants wishes.

Alina woke up in a pure white space, not remembering anything, even her own name. A furry white ball appears in front of her and calls itself a system, saying it can grant her wish.

"I-I wish to remember myself."
《Very well. Host's wish configured. At the end of the tasks, Host 069 can remember herself.》
"T-thank you. B-by tasks, what are they?"
《Collect male essence.》

Alina is then made to wander worlds, experiencing different lifetimes, accomplishing missions, one "course" at a time.

Little did she know, she was not alone in her journey.
A certain male lead: "We'll meet again... Alina."


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Caution: Mature content. There are some scenes you may not be able to stomach. Also, romance is slow. You may not even be able to notice it much in the early arcs.
The story starts out with smut in the early chapters, but there's still a proper storyline. The story may be smut-centric, maybe not.

For those who are unaware, quick transmigration is basically the concept of world-hopping. The MC travels different worlds with different plots, characters and settings (separated by arc), accomplishing different missions in each world.

Arcs in this story are listed in an auxiliary chapter. Arcs can be read separately, since they follow different plots.

 
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Quick Transmigration: Occupation, Seductress.

I looked outside the window, to the general direction of the vampire hunter association's headquarters.

I narrowed my eyes, thinking of ways to get revenge on Dion.

"I won't let you get away with this, Dion." I muttered under my breath.

I then shut the curtains and sat down my seat.

Then the letters I received earlier suddenly came to mind.

I ignored the others that seemed to be unimportant, or at least not much important and uninteresting. Well, not for me, that is.

I reached for the letter that caught my eyes earlier.

That hateful letter. Rather, that hateful sender.

The seal embedded on top of the sealing wax of the envelope identified whom or where it was sent from.

It was from the council of vampire elders.

The vampire elders are a bunch of old geezers who are more like the rulers of all the vampires.

ARC 3 - Blood Queen Part 15