Chapter 2: Great, It’s a 2D World—We’re Doomed

Watching myself through an animation—this experience is truly strange.

It’s like seeing yourself passing by in a magic mirror.

The animation production team even gave Jiang Jian Yue several close-ups, leaving her a bit confused.

Could it be that she’s also a main character?

[Damn, white hair and red eyes]

[Isn’t that gray?]

[Gray is just a not-so-white white]

When the two people brushed past each other, that insect suddenly jumped onto Jiang Jian Yue’s shoulder in the animation, crawling up her neck.

In reality, seeing such a scene made Jiang Jian Yue instantly feel a sharp, prickly sensation sweep across her neck.

A buzzing explosion went off in her mind—she didn’t even have time to think about the connection between animation and reality.

Her body’s instinct outpaced her consciousness; she swung her hand and slapped her own nape hard.

The moment her palm connected with her neck bone, a jolt of pain shot up to her crown like an icy steel needle piercing flesh and bone, intense fear making her entire body convulse violently.

The girl’s butt launched off the chair, her thigh slammed into the edge of the desk in panic, and the keyboard and mouse flew into the air.

The monitor was swept off by her taut arm with a crash, its corner landing squarely on her forehead as she fell backward—after a dull thud, stars danced before her eyes and the world spun.

Her limbs sprawled weakly, and her body crashed heavily onto the wooden floor.

A chill touched her nape—something seemed to pierce inside, with liquid being injected within.

It’s over… It’s inside my body, all of it…

Her fingernails scraped across the wooden floor as Jiang Jian Yue’s face twisted, trying to stand up, but her limbs wouldn’t listen.

My amazing life hasn’t even started yet—how can it end in a place like this?

Drool dripped uncontrollably down her chin, and she crawled toward the door elevator like a zombie thirsting for flesh.

As long as…as long as I can get there!

Guah, Morita, save me!

A few body lengths from the door, Jiang Jian Yue, crawling in the shadows, finally collapsed from exhaustion, her head lolling as she completely lost consciousness.

***

A long time later, her chaotic awareness was pulled out from her body.

The girl felt herself wrapped in a mass of fluff, her whole body’s cells relaxing into lazy comfort.

She yawned and squinted at her surroundings, finding herself lying on a cold floor.

I’m… still alive?

The warmth and satisfaction vanished instantly, leaving only the area between her thighs with any trace of warmth.

Is this sweat?

Oh… turns out it’s urine.

A blush stained the girl’s cheeks, and she wished she could dig a hole and bury herself.

After cleaning the floor, Jiang Jian Yue slipped into the bathroom, turning on the shower to rinse her body.

It was her first time exploring her body so thoroughly while awake.

Her chest fit perfectly in her hand, her waist was slender, and her thighs were soft yet not flabby—a perfect proportion straight out of a 2D world or Photoshop, making her middle and ring fingers itch.

No wonder, 2D girls never need to worry about their figures.

The only drawback— as a 2D beauty, her current height was less than 1.6 meters.

2D is so cruel.

Jiang Jian Yue leaned over, her left hand pressed against the bathroom’s tiled wall.

The shower’s stream flowed diagonally from her neck to her waist, her cheeks steamed red as if boiled, teeth biting her lip, her gaze unfocused.

Strange squelching sounds echoed in the bathroom.

Then came the swift, violent sound of something slicing the air.

Jiang Jian Yue glanced at the massive gash running along her inner thigh, then at the back of her right wrist, where an insect’s bladed leg had torn through her skin, its jagged edges gleaming coldly.

“……”

Jiang Jian Yue used the insect blade to lift her hair, only to accidentally slice it off.

She shuddered, nearly ending up in an R18G scene.

Something this long and sharp—no doubt, it could kill.

She left the bathroom in her robe, the insect blade already retracted into her body by thought, leaving only a sizeable tear on the back of her wrist.

Luckily, she could control the blade’s length. Otherwise, she couldn’t accept this insectification at all—she’d have to play the teru teru bozu.

While looking in the mirror, she noticed her neck was crisscrossed with web-like blood streaks, clearly the aftereffects left by the insect.

If it doesn’t fade, she’s doomed.

As for the insect, she found no corpse outside—most likely, it had entered her body.

Jiang Jian Yue had no solution. Things had already come to this—what else could she do?

At least she was still alive and conscious, with no apparent side effects besides the marks on her neck.

Returning to her desk, she set up the monitor and resumed watching, only to find the first episode had ended.

The last frame froze on Jiang Jian Yue’s back as she left the school.

Then came the credits screen with only the production staff and the theme song. Jiang Jian Yue noticed her name wasn’t in the voice actor list.

Of course, maybe it was because she never spoke.

She did a quick online search on ’s background. It was produced by a company called and distributed by Netflix as a web animation.

had no record of any previous works, nor did any of the named staff.

Such a big-budget production couldn’t possibly have been done by a bunch of rookies.

People on domestic forums had noticed this too, discussing whether the show’s creators were undercover masters.

The more Jiang Jian Yue investigated, the heavier her mood grew.

Could it be she hadn’t crossed over by accident, but was caught in some supernatural plot by a powerful being?

It was likely behind it, but what was their motive?

With mixed feelings, she opened a group chat where she was the admin and typed: “What should I do if I transmigrate into an anime? It’s urgent.”

[Whoa, J Chu has resurrected]

[Transmigrated into what anime? Hentai?]

[Then (picture) P2000 (StatTrak) | Grass]

[J Chu Aicao]

The group chat was a small circle, and the conversation ranged from ecchi images to games and even forensics—occasional wild statements were nothing unusual here.

“I’ve turned into a beautiful girl, but it seems I’m just a side character—I’m not even in the show’s description.”

[Show us yours]

[Then eliminate the female lead and take her place—does your dad need to teach you that?]

[J Chu, you haven’t spoken for so long because you went for surgery, huh? It’s fine, I still love you anyway]

[Repressed by virginity]

The group’s chatter was full of friendly insults. It had been a long time since she’d felt such a pleasant, warm atmosphere.

Jiang Jian Yue fiddled with the webcam clipped to her monitor, flashed a V-sign with a blank face, took a photo, and sent it.

The chat fell silent for a moment—then exploded with a series of question marks.

[You’ve opened a contract, haven’t you? J Chu, you’re downgraded to J Qu]

There were several nicknames in the group: Dog, Chu, Pi, Qu—every new member had to go through “Chu-sealing, Qu-worship”.

[Cute, mama crush me]

[Alright, still playing cosplay]

[Damn it, I can’t accept it. J Chu must eat it]

No one believed Jiang Jian Yue had turned into a beautiful girl; instead, they thought she was using her little sister as bait.

“Can’t you give some constructive advice? I’m telling the truth.”

[Your top priority is to register as a Pineapple Bun author]

[Which anime is it? Let me see?]

“Chantui.”

[Never heard of it]

[Isn’t that a mystery novel?]

Ten minutes later, an anime screenshot was posted, pulling everyone’s attention back from other topics.

[It does look similar. J Chu, you find cosplays this fast?]

Jiang Jian Yue held her uniform up to the webcam and typed: “This uniform doesn’t exist in real life—I checked. The school badge should prove it, right?”

The group went silent for over ten seconds. Everyone knew that with a freshly released first episode, there’s no way a cosplay costume could be made so quickly.

[J Chu…tearing up. The first thing you did after becoming a beauty was think of us?]

[It’s too late. That’s it!]

[Show us yours]

[Is it real? It’s probably an AI image—AI’s really good these days]

“I want you all to help me investigate this production company. I can only communicate with you through the internet right now.”

[I checked the company just now too. It’s crazy—none of the staff are known, and the production quality is top-notch. Is everyone a Ten Mile Slope Sword God?]

[I know someone at Netflix. I’ll ask about another day]

A group member named spoke up. No one doubted he was flexing—because this guy really was a rich guy overseas.

“Thank you, Su-god.”

Sugela:[Show us yours]

“……”

After chatting a while longer, Jiang Jian Yue didn’t dare turn off her computer for fear of losing contact completely, so she just let it go to sleep.

Lying down on the soft bed, Jiang Jian Yue let out a comfortable moan—rich people’s beds are this comfy too.

Even if she got her o-chin-chin back, she probably wouldn’t want to go back.

If only this world was a peaceful one without supernatural powers.

With such thoughts swirling in her mind, the girl drifted into sleep.

In her dream, she became an utterly evil killer, cutting from the Four Kingdoms to Hokkaido, with no one able to stop her.

In the midst of ruins, she saw a black-haired, golden-eyed boy—but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t remember his familiar name, as if it was covered by a thin film.

Dream logic was chaotic and uncontrollable, but she could clearly feel a flame rising from her lower abdomen, mixed with jealousy and destruction.

Why could he be the main character, while I, the transmigrator, was just an insignificant mob—one not even credited in the voice cast?

Kill him and take his place.

The audience outside the screen would be shocked, right?

That someone as evil as me would kill the protagonist.

Eh?

Evil?

Am I a bad person?

That doesn’t sound right.

I should be a good person.

But the emotion was uncontrollable—she just wanted to kill him.

The battle shattered heaven and earth; the two powers fought to the edge of the universe, erasing even the Great Dao.

But in the end, by a narrow margin, she lost and knelt on the ruins, clothes in tatters, crying in humiliation.

Yet the boy bent down and hugged her tightly.

Good chance!

On the bed, Jiang Jian Yue slashed the covers open with one stroke, blood-red eyes filled with murderous intent, glaring at the ceiling.

Eh?

So it was a dream.

Jiang Jian Yue was instantly smothered by duck feathers, her gaze turning crystal clear.

I should be a good person.