Lady Goddess, Stop Slacking Off!

Nan Zhi was the laziest little deity in the Divine Realm.

While other gods were busy answering their worshippers’ prayers, she watched cultivation dramas. While they cultivated divine power, she napped on the clouds.

That is, until her name on the Merit Stele turned so dark a red it was practically black, and the Heavenly Dao flew into a rage: “Go down to the mortal realm and repay your debt!”

When she opened her eyes, she was 999.9 billion in debt and standing outside a dilapidated temple.

“Dear, want to return to the Divine Realm? First, earn a hundred million.” The smiling divine official handed her A Modern Deity’s Survival Guide.

Nan Zhi stared at the three cockroach legs in the incense burner and fell into thought.

Suddenly, an influencer burst in, phone in hand. “Hey, everyone! I heard this ruined temple is haunted?”

Nan Zhi floated on a beam, her skirt swaying gently. “Would you like to offer a stick of incense, good sir?”