She died by accident and transmigrated to another world.
The cold shackles of a System from an old game unexpectedly became the only guiding light she could hold on to in this place.
She walked onward, entering a fog as thick as an iron curtain, each step taking her along a unknown path with no end in sight.
Some hailed her as a radiant saint, with knowledge flowing from her fingertips like a clear spring and power scattered like seeds across barren soil.
Others cursed her as a witch in human skin, accusing her of having pawned her soul beneath that holy facade, casting aside the warmth of humanity and the chains of morality.
And so her name grew and spread through legend: the goddess enthroned in a hall of wisdom, the unseen creator behind countless worlds, the mighty god who sowed starlight into boundless darkness...
She knew she was only a stubborn scholar, someone who held the stars in her heart and wanted only to stand at the end of all the unknown.
