Nonhuman Nonsense: The Daily Life of a Trouble Seeker!

[Mad, sweet-on-the-outside-but-dark-on-the-inside heroine + both unhinged and adorable + occasional healing vibes] She could easily make a living off her looks, yet she's immensely talented and insists on doing things herself. Of course, I don't know who this “she” is? They say she'll bring ruin to the country when she grows up. Hilarious! My goal is to destroy the world and wipe out all life! The ideal is beautiful, reality is cruel. Earning 3,500 a month, with a life more bitter than coffee and a gorgeous mental state, this tenacious wage slave made it to fifteen... and then, quite fortunately, died. The weakest conceptual god ever born in this world. The System rewards her with strength just for breathing, but the amount varies, so she decisively goes AFK for a hundred years. She wakes up to get struck by lightning; her path to immortality leads straight to a nervous breakdown. Her grin hasn't lasted two seconds before her prospects vanish the moment she steps out of the mountain gate. Golden Core cultivators everywhere, Nascent Soul cultivators as common as dogs. She nearly pukes blood, and tears fall before she can say a word. Between the world and me, one of us has to go crazy today! Heartbroken? Back to the doghouse. Can't get back? Stomp your feet. Put on a flying-superhero show from the hundredth floor, randomly smashing someone hated to death. A friendly reminder: Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony; freedom, equality, justice, rule of law; patriotism, dedication, integrity, friendliness! The wise don't fall in love; they build a beautiful motherland! “My life is devoted to the Party, my faith shines with boundless light!” Going crazy is a given, being a pervert is certain, and loving the country is a must!