The Strongest Anti-Trope System in the Martial World

Lin Xiaoman was jolted awake by a cramping pain in her stomach.

The smell of rotting wood stung her nostrils, and the straw beneath her made her back ache.

She stared blankly at the cobwebs swaying from the rafters. Only when the sunlight leaking through the roof tiles made her eyes smart did she suddenly sit up. The blue cloth bed curtains had faded, the carved wooden window was covered with yellowed paper, and from next door came the sizzling scrape of a spatula against the bottom of an iron pot.

“What the hell...” She tugged at her coarse hemp clothes. Powder from the chips she'd eaten before transmigrating was still caught beneath her fingernails.

Her stomach suddenly rumbled violently. The pain made her curl up like a shrimp and roll back onto the straw mat.