Ning Luo had barely blown up the survival game when she was tossed into a horror game.
Ning Luo pulled out her family's ancestral butcher's knife and set to sharpening it. “Heh heh, I hear you want to kill me?”
The horror game trembled. “Aaaah! Don't come any closer! Waaaah! This isn't what Big Bro told me! What do you mean she's meek and easy to bully, and too weak to even truss a chicken? Liar! It's all lies!”
The Infinite Survival Game: “Thank goodness, we finally got this grim reaper out of here. Better someone else perish than me. Let her go wreak havoc in other worlds!”
“Heh. Is that so?”
Ning Luo tore through the void and cackled. “Found you, little mouse.”
The Survival Game: !!!!
[Strong female lead, no romance + satisfying revenge]
The heroine isn't a saint. She slaughters everything in her path.
