Starlight After Death

I was just a regular woman broke, overworked, emotionally attached to fictional characters, and dangerously obsessed with my favorite idol. So naturally, when I won VIP front-row tickets to his concert, my heart did the logical thing: exploded from sheer joy. Tragic, yes. Ridiculous? Also yes.



Now I'm dead. Or rather, I was.



Because I woke up in a strange world where society is ruled by Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, where instincts matter more than résumés, and where I of all people have been reincarnated as an unknown Omega singer with no fame, no fans, and no clue how to survive.



Enter the Star System. Apparently, some cosmic joke of a program has decided I’m its chosen host. It offers me missions, power-ups, and a shot at the spotlight. All I have to do is survive paparazzi attacks, hormonal chaos, power-hungry Alphas, manipulative record labels, and my own crippling social anxiety.



Easy, right?



I always dreamed of being a star. I just didn’t expect to die for it.