Chapter 1: Paranoia and Instant Noodles: Sara’s Misadventure Begins

“You’re called Ranayama Sara.”
“Your vision is severely impaired, and after losing your job as a manga editor, you’ve been living off your wife at home.”
“Oh, right, you’re weak and incompetent, a classic gloomy otaku girl archetype. After going blind, you stay home all day, paranoid and suspicious, convinced your childhood friend Tsuki Senya is cheating on you with her company president.”
“So, you resort to any means necessary to catch evidence of their affair, all to get revenge.”

Bai Youyou—no, now she should be called Ranayama Sara—found the original owner of this body utterly ridiculous.
Having a girlfriend is already a blessing, yet she’s freeloading and still paranoid? Talk about pushing her luck.

Alright, let’s start over with the introduction.
Bai Youyou, female, frail and sickly, introverted and timid, a student by profession. Her life was spent as everyone’s punching bag, with her catchphrase being: “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”
Perhaps out of pity, the heavens granted her a second chance. After dying, the soft-as-cotton Bai Youyou transmigrated to the Main God World, binding with a system perfectly suited to her: the Cannon Fodder Self-Saving System. Her role? To play all sorts of incompetent, pathetic characters.

Acting? Bai Youyou figured it wasn’t entirely unacceptable.
At least it beat getting shaken down for “friendship fees” by underclassmen every three days, handing over “protection money” to seniors every week, and constantly being teased and bullied by classmates.

[“Sweetie, you don’t have to be this pathetic.”]
The system, named Little Wimp But Not Really Wimp, was utterly shocked when Sara said it wasn’t so bad.

“Baby, I’m so sorry… My coach needs me to plan next week’s training today, so I won’t be home to cook dinner.”
On the other end, her phone displayed a call from her wife, Hoshiori Tsuki Senya. Amid the noisy background, there was a strange buzzing sound.
Before Sara could ask, the call cut off.

“What was that noise… a treadmill?” Sara muttered softly, only then noticing the kettle hissing for a while.
Carefully, Sara groped for the kettle’s handle, slowly turned off the switch, and poured hot water into a cup of instant noodles already prepped with oil, char siu, and seasoning.

Noodles soaking—
Sara briefly recalled the world’s setting.
The backdrop was simple: a classic Japanese yuri game world.
The main plot revolved around the irresistible female lead, Hoshiori Tsuki Senya, triggering CG scenes with various beautiful older women.
And her—Ranayama Sara? In this story, she was a recurring victim, a glorified prop in countless exquisite game CGs, suffering in the background.

But Sara wasn’t completely blind. Her vision was severely impaired, with 0.01 eyesight in both eyes, seeing only vague blobs of light and shadow—barely better than total blindness.
Still, she could use her phone.
By maxing out the font size and holding it close to her face, she could make out a little.
Well… if you could call it “using” when ten minutes of screen time left her eyes tearing up and aching.

Wait…
Does that even count as using a phone?

[Cough cough!]
[Cannon Fodder Self-Saving Mission 1: You suspect your wife is cheating with the company president. Ask your neighbor to write a post on LINE, spreading your accusations to frame them.]
[Mission Progress: 0%]
[Mission Success Reward: 20 Points]

Hearing Little Wimp mention a measly twenty points, Sara’s blue eyes widened slightly. She mumbled, “Can’t I just stay home and live off her quietly? I’m not good at doing bad things…”

[“No way, sweetie! Failing a mission deducts 100 points. Last world, you caused a huge mess, and the Main God docked your points to just one. If you lose more, the Main God will be super mad, super* furious, and both you and I will be punished~”]

Sara: O.0
“But only twenty points is so little…”
Sara grumbled softly, not daring to protest further. Just like the roles she played, she lacked initiative, had no judgment, and excelled at going with the flow. When bullied, she was as responsive as a lump of cotton.

Seeing Sara so quiet, the system felt a pang of pity.
[“Cannon fodder roles aren’t usually central to the plot, so the points are low. Just complete these tasks, and you’ll return to the Main God World.”]

“Mhm!” Sara nodded, looking obedient.
“Oh, right…” With a mouthful of noodles, Sara looked up and asked, “Anything I need to watch out for in this world?”

[“Same as always: don’t break character. If your OOC rate exceeds 30%, you’ll be ejected from this world, and the mission will be a total failure.”]

Sara: O.O!!
She immediately checked the original owner’s character profile.
“So hard…”
After a while, Sara couldn’t help but bite her lip and complain.

The original Sara was a textbook gloomy archetype.
Her appearance was cute and lovable, but her heart was ugly and twisted. She bullied those weaker than her—people or animals—to feel better about herself. When facing someone stronger, she’d grovel, turning into a spineless pushover.

“Sigh…”
Sara let out a sigh.
She was bound to a cannon fodder system, playing pathetic roles, but… how was this kind of trashy cannon fodder different from what she imagined?

The original Sara stole her childhood friend’s personal belongings before they were even dating. She’d lure stray cats with snacks, only to eat the food herself at the last second, giggling at their confusion. When reviewing manuscripts from unknown manga artists, she’d randomly toss a few into the trash without reading them, just for fun.

Isn’t that just a villain?
How was she supposed to play this?
Should she throw tantrums to act like a bad guy?

While pondering, Sara finished her noodles.
After eating, she grabbed her cane, tapping it on the floor. After three trips, two banged knees, and one head-on collision with a doorframe, she finally collapsed onto the soft sofa, battered but alive.

“Little Ai.” Sara pulled her phone from her pocket.
“I’m here~!”
“Open LINE for me.”
“Sure, master, I’ll open LINE now.”
“Little Ai, can you post a story on LINE about my childhood friend abandoning me because of my blindness and running off with a beautiful older woman?”
“Little Ai doesn’t support that function yet. But would you like a practical guide on handling infidelity crises?”

Thinking of maintaining the original Sara’s character, she snapped, “Little Ai, you’re such an idiot! You can’t even do this?”

Little Ai: (>﹏<) Don’t say that!

“…”
Little Wimp fell silent.
Hey!
Is that supposed to be scolding? How is that any different from cutesy whining?
If you can’t throw a proper tantrum, don’t bother trying.