I, Sefa Yilmaz, for reasons that cannot be explained, have been linked to the Supporting Characters System, traveling through thousands of different worlds.
My mission?
To change the tragic fates of supporting characters and calm their lingering hatred.
Each time I succeed, I earn Achievement Points.
And guess what?
I have a 100% success rate.
Now, let's take a look at the background of this world.
In the original story, the main character was reborn.
It followed Noor Giza, who, after suffering a cruel death in her past life, returned to rewrite her fate. She used her knowledge of the future to crush every obstacle in her way and secure a happy ending with the emperor.
Unfortunately…
The first victim of her schemes was Noble Consort Sefa Yilmaz.
After Sefa's tragic death, her powerful family was completely destroyed, all because of Noor's manipulation.
And now?
I have taken over Sefa's body.
The situation doesn't look good. My head is still throbbing from the concussion. If I try to handle this gently, I'll only end up like the original Sefa—dead.
I need a plan.
I press my temples and call out, "Mousy."
A tiny white mouse appears on my shoulder, still munching on a bamboo branch.
Mousy is my system's companion, given to assist me in every mission. Only I can see, hear, and talk to him.
I narrow my eyes. "Sneak into the Hall of Mental Cultivation."
Mousy stops chewing. "Why?"
"Turn into a letter envelope and steal an imperial edict."
Mousy twitches his whiskers. "You want to fake an imperial decree?"
I nod.
With a sigh, Mousy pulls out a tiny mushroom from his fluffy fur.
A Camouflage Mushroom.
[C-Grade Object: After eating it, one can transform into a secret document. Effective for three hours.]
Mousy takes a deep breath and swallows it whole.
His tiny body shimmers, and in the blink of an eye, he turns into an official imperial edict.
I smirk. "Time to rewrite fate."
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Time skips forward.
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I examine the forged imperial edict in my hands. The paper feels real, the ink fresh. The imperial seal is placed firmly at the bottom.
I arch an eyebrow. "Camouflage Mushroom truly is as effective as they say. Now that we have an imperial edict… let me take a closer look."
I flip the paper over—
And pause.
Then blink.
Then stare.
The imperial seal is stamped right on Mousy's butt.
I purse my lips, trying to hold back my laughter.
Mousy, still in the shape of an envelope, twitches in embarrassment. "Stop staring!"
I cough lightly and smirk. "I'm just appreciating your dedication to the mission."
Mousy huffs. "Whatever. What's the point of faking this decree?"
I wave the paper in the air. "With this, we will have the right to adopt a young prince."
Mousy goes silent.
Then, out of curiosity, he asks, "Since we faked an imperial edict, why don't we fake one more? One that orders Noor Giza's execution?"
I tilt my head, amused. "Because… revenge is a dish best served cold."