[Everyone transmigrates, is reborn, and gets a System, along with a few natives]
[One-on-one romance, mutual devotion, both leads are each other's one and only]
[Golden fingers, feel-good fiction, and comedy]
After her best friend slipped, the heroine transmigrated. The Heavenly Dao forcibly foisted a System on her, making her a reluctant savior. All she wanted was to slack off.
The System immediately slammed its hand on the table and declared: "Don't panic, Host! Pick any golden finger you like from the shop!"
Poisoned? No need to worry, we'll make you immune to every poison!
Can't win a fight? No problem, we'll max out your combat stats!
Not enough supplies? You deserve a max-level System inventory!
As more and more people were sent on their way, the heroine gradually realized something: If I'm invincible, why do I still have to do missions?!
Friends passing by are welcome to leave their thoughts. Give me the motivation to keep writing!
[I hope it gets good as I write more...
But for now, I'm just taking it one step at a time...]
