《Plan Failed Succesfully》Prologue
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The “Heroine”...
It is a word that is used to describe female blessed by all-powerful god itself.
Of course, the dictionary would say something completely different, but that’s what I think of them as.
Seriously, how the hell do you go about wishing the entire country or save the entire race?
The country is something that can not be bought by some pecked change it least requires two or three countries to buy a single dying one.
And that is people of that country wished. If they don't then there is civil war or riot.
Even at their death door, there is no government that will just sell their homeland to some unknown rich person.
But did you ever read heroine get a small dying country?
Country's they get will always something like fucking whole USA.
And where they get that amount money and connection came from?
It is from their insanely handsome male lead that treated like the last male on earth or her money that as if it grew from the ground and harvested like a potato.
Well, there are exceptions that they really have the ability but usually, the role of Heroine is ended up on some ordinary girl with the minds of cloud who doesn't even know word responsibility is.
And don't even start with saving the entire race and stopping the war by using talk no Jitsu.
Ah, but why am I complaining so much about the heroine and money right now, you ask?
Because by some joke I entered that world as some side character that destined to die.
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