Qi Yu opens her eyes to discover that she has somehow become a three-year-old child, and a slave at that. Other people transmigrate as noble ladies, while I transmigrate as the lowest kind of slave? How am I supposed to play this game? To hell with your princes and generals, your rigid hierarchy and social order. [There is an explanation: time travel, and it’s a cycle]
A rigid class system, shackles of rank, assassins and death soldiers, peerless techniques, ambitious warlords in a chaotic age. It’s all a conspiracy. This isn’t a palace intrigue story, and it isn’t even a tale of warlords vying for supremacy. Qi Yu is completely baffled. They’ve given her a fantasy world? Is someone who can wipe out the abyss with a single strike and shake heaven and earth even human? Oh, that’s her. She wasn’t trying to show off.
Some king: Marry me.
Qi Yu: Come on, let’s conquer the realm.
Some minister: Let’s travel the jianghu.
Qi Yu: Come on, let’s go to Heaven.
Some System: Win over the great demon lord.
Qi Yu: Electromagnetic waves, is that it? Go back where you came from.
Some enchantingly handsome man: You’re in a book.
Qi Yu: Then accept my challenge.
Me: ...
Some cultivator: When I was young, I was a prince, but the son of a servant girl. I was neglected and scorned, until I met someone. She was a servant girl, too. Because of my mother, I would never have married a slave, but then I saw a soul as vast as the cosmos, and I fell completely. I am willing to be her humble servant.
Some obnoxious friend: The tale of a chuunibyou wanderer.
Qi Yu: Don’t ruin the mood. That was so moving.
Some obnoxious friend: ...
Some enchantingly handsome man: You think he’s the male lead, but no, it’s me.
You think she’ll become an empress, but no, it’s democracy. You think she’ll become an immortal, but no, she’s uncovering a conspiracy. You think she’ll become a god, but no, she’s killing me. You think she’s killing me, but no, she’s saving the world.
A good book, inspirational and literary