The continent was split in two. East of the great river, the sun rose in the east and its light shone across the land. All things were born beneath the light of the Radiant Empire, which called itself the Continent of Light.
West of the river, the moon sank in the west, and all things in the world were shrouded in darkness for long stretches of time. Only moonlight shone down from the sky, and all life bowed beneath its protection. This land called itself the Continent of Darkness.
Ever since she transmigrated, Shen Wei had cheerfully fought monsters and leveled up like a heroine. Only when she was about to claim the ultimate victory did the System finally show up and toss her a book titled The Demon Emperor’s Runaway Wife, His Precious Darling.
Shen Wei sneered. “Demon Emperor? I’d sooner drive a taxi.”
I thought I’d gotten the heroine’s script. How did it turn out to be this kind of heroine?
Shen Wei wasn’t having it. She’d write her own story.
