When Firefly clicked on the video, a burst of passionate music rang out. The dark screen gradually brightened, revealing what looked like cells. As the view zoomed in, ring-shaped structures within the cells became visible.
Then the perspective pulled back—higher and higher—until players realized those rings weren't just biological structures… they were galaxies.
The camera accelerated, locking onto a tiny bright dot within one galaxy: a pale blue planet.
In the next instant, the screen was engulfed in a vast white light.
The scene shifted to the interior of a mansion-like house. A black-haired boy sat on the steps, watching a group of boys his age training with a look of quiet envy.
The group followed a stern middle-aged man, executing synchronized movements. As their coordination improved, blood-red flames ignited on their bodies, casting a magnificent glow.
The envy in the black-haired boy's eyes deepened.
He lowered his head and muttered:
"I don't believe I can't enter the sect. I will definitely become the most outstanding martial artist…!"
The screen transitioned from his determined expression to a fleeting glimpse of a pitch-black bead pulsing within his heart.
It was clear: this was a classic trash-to-treasure setup. Many players watching had already guessed that this boy was destined for greatness.
"Isn't this the standard protagonist treatment? Blocked early in cultivation, then gets a lucky break and skyrockets."
"I bet ten packs of spicy sticks this guy's the son of the protagonist's plane!"
"Forget the protagonist. You haven't seen the real highlight yet. Holy crap, I've watched it ten times. My Firefly, hehe, is so handsome and strong…"
Firefly raised an eyebrow.
Wait… how did this involve me?
The scene changed again.
A tall girl with purple pigtails and a backpack walked alone through a wild forest.
Suddenly, the sounds of birds and cicadas vanished. Silence fell.
The girl reacted instantly, her expression sharp. She turned toward the dark grass ahead—just in time to see several wolf-shaped alien beasts with scarlet eyes leap out.
They landed in front of her, drooling foul-smelling saliva, their gazes locked onto their prey.
Even though she was clearly capable, players couldn't help but worry. These wolves were the size of wild oxen—far too exaggerated.
But the girl's face showed only disdain.
She spread her hands. Lightning crackled in one palm, flames roared in the other.
Fireballs laced with electric arcs streaked through the air, exploding on impact.
Thick smoke billowed. When it cleared, only charred remains were left.
Comments flooded the screen:
"Holy crap!"
"666!"
"This Miss is insane. Dual cultivation magic? Supernatural powers?"
"Wolf-shaped monster: Sisters, if you were this fierce, you could've just said so…"
Firefly nodded.
It was exactly as she remembered from her previous life. These two were the early-stage protagonists of Star Trail.
The black-haired boy was Chen An, from the Iron Blood Empire. The purple-pigtail girl was Anna, the only daughter of a high-ranking noble in the Fatua Empire.
Later in the game's storyline, they would become an unlikely couple—a classic pairing of underdog and proud heiress.
Just as Firefly thought the video was ending, the comment section exploded.
"Here it comes, here it comes!"
"I swear this is the last time. I'll go to school after watching this!"
"Firefly, my wife, I'm here, hehe…!"
Firefly blinked.
What's going on…?
Then the screen flashed again.
There was more.
A dim, gloomy old house stood alone on a desolate plain.
Inside, faint candlelight flickered. Several Black Robed Men escorted a girl toward an altar.
Firefly's breath caught.
Wait… this scene…
It was familiar.
Too familiar.
Wasn't this the place where Xiya and I were imprisoned by the Hellfire Cult?
The video continued.
Two Black Robed Men severed the girl's tendons, ignoring her screams, and threw her into a dimensional pit.
Her agonized cries echoed—raw, visceral.
Then came a chilling chewing sound.
Silence.
The Windbreaker Man waved his hand again.
The Black Robed Men turned down a narrow path.
The scene shifted to a prison cell.
Faint sobs echoed.
The camera moved from the Fox-eared Little Girl—Xiya—to Firefly.
Comments surged like a tidal wave:
"Holy crap, my wife is so beautiful…!"
"Brothers, I declare this is my only wife in Star Trail. No rebuttals allowed!"
"My Firefly wife is super handsome—high-energy ahead, brace yourselves!"
"Too good-looking! Is this the aesthetic modeling of AI Starlight…?"
Firefly: …No way.
She had actually been cut into the promotional video by Starlight, the game's AI.
Seeing the flood of "wife" comments, Firefly didn't react much.
From a player's perspective, she understood.
Her appearance was exactly the kind that would captivate fans—especially in a world without gacha games.
Anna, who had just appeared, was already considered top-tier in terms of looks.
But for Lin Xin—who had lived through the barrage of two-dimensional mobile games—Anna was just average. Busty, sure, but nothing special.
Firefly's appearance, by contrast, was striking.
Now, she finally understood why her Charm stat was 99.