I Transmigrate to Another World to Conquer the Arrogant Demon Prince

[System + transmigration + inner thoughts + comedy + secret identities + reunion after a long separation]

When Jiu Ge opened her eyes, she found herself lying in a small boat in the middle of a lake.

No answer no matter how much she called to heaven; no help no matter how much she called to earth.

A currently popular viral song suddenly popped into her head:

[I don't dare open my eyes. I hope this is just my imagination!]

"Open your eyes. It's not your imagination..."

Jiu Ge discovered she'd been bound to a deranged, manic System called Chili.

A sleazy voice echoed in her mind.

[Hello, Host. From now on, we're partners. Your mission is to conquer Xuan Ming and help him reclaim his identity!]

Jiu Ge was silent for a long time.

[You think you can tell me what to do? Wouldn't that make me look bad? I'm not doing it unless you give me extra credits.]

Chili fell silent.

In the end, Jiu Ge agreed to help the stinking System complete its mission, though the road ahead was a little bumpy.

On the arena, she won with a shameless move, earning the complaints of the entire sect.

While helping her master get revenge, she fought all the way to the end, leaving behind only this:

[Fate, you absolute jerk. Fate, you fake glutinous rice cake. Fate, you're worth eighteen coins.]

As soon as she arrived in the imperial capital, she was kidnapped and sold. On the way, she even ran into an old acquaintance?!

Led into the demon realm, she saw hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers and beasts charging at her, with countless archery platforms and cannons.

Then she looked at the lonely wooden whip in her hand, the cat at her feet, the bird on her head, and the few human-shaped killing machines beside her.

Jiu Ge was furious!

[This System of yours is useless! All your damage output comes from other people!]

The System sneered and dropped an atomic bomb cannon from the sky.

[Go on, darling! Show them what you can really do.]

In the end, on the largest shore of Jiuzhen Continent, Jiu Ge wrote in great, sweeping strokes:

Just a little wind and frost, with only a bit of dirt on my hem.