Quick Transmigration: Goddess Of My Imagination
Ali Avery was a successful young man adored by everyone. But things were not as they were shown to the life. Shunned and betrayed by his peers... He was hiding among happy facades. Everything changed for him on one fateful night when he awoke in a dangerous new world with a completely different body, and his guardian angel was also there to accompany him. A world where the impossible was possible while the imaginations were the reality of the dreamer. 'Am I a Goddess? I'm just a little different.' 'My imagination can become real magic, but isn't this energy point a bit too much?' Stranded in the new environment, new life, new strength, and new possibilities... How would he/she survive? --- Sequel: My Goddess is Good at Pretending
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A few moments later, Hea returned with a bundle of blankets. It wriggled like a hot worm, but its movement was so weak.
"I've brought Ashera here. She is sick, but energetic enough to rebel." Hea opened the bundle of blankets and revealed the sick Elven Empress.
"Hea... Don't you have a conscience? I'm sick and you forced me to come here to play?" Asher muttered weakly. She then felt cold and immediately wrapped herself again with the blanket.
"Eh? An Empress-level elf can fall ill? That's right, you have a high fever and your body is so weak. Is this due to a curse or some third-party factor?" Rhea checked the Elven Empress' condition in amazement.