Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder.

The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet.

Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!"

To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal!

Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle.

She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts.

At first, netizens were scornful: 
【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】

Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words.
【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】
【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】
【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】

Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy.

Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?"

But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?!

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One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone.

His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave?

After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?"

Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?"

His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring.

"You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

"The letter of appointment?" Adjutant Grant paused as he looked at the document before him.


'The Council of Elders is being uncharacteristically quick,' he thought. 'But isn't this letter of appointment a bit too soon? What if the document still needs revisions?'


"I'm starting to wonder how you even became His Majesty's adjutant," one of the elders quipped, looking at him.


"If there are changes, you just don't present the official letter yet," the elder explained. "What if Miss Wexler is perfectly happy with the terms? Then you won't have to make another trip. The appointment can be made official right away."


So much more efficient. It would save them all another trip back and forth.


Meanwhile, Sophie Wexler had also assumed it would take some time. She glanced at Cillian Forrest beside her, then furtively peeked at the man on the main throne.


Then, she gently poked Cillian Forrest with her finger.


Chapter 163 - Chapter 163: Letter of Appointment