The Northern Frontier Wolf Lord blocks my way, fire burning in his wolfish eyes:
“Woman, your scent belongs to me!”
The young lord of the Western Shu Mechanism City glances sideways, whispering with an obsessive look:
“Big sister, you... are a very interesting variable. I want to study you.”
The emperor of the Eastern Continent smiles, offering his empire as a betrothal gift:
“A goddess? Why not be my empress instead? If you want the world thrown into chaos, I'll make it happen.”
My name is Yun Zhi, and I'm a great shamaness under divine punishment.
The more prosperous the age becomes, the more the brand on my chest hurts, as if it will burn me to ashes.
The only cure is to sow chaos and plunge the world back into turmoil.
Enough! Men, stop giving me these “helpful” assists!
I just want to cause a little trouble in peace.
If I keep “saving the world” like this, the pain really is going to kill me!
But I'm a white shamaness by nature. I can only save people; I don't know how to hurt them.
I tried to cast a curse, but accidentally healed the Northern Frontier Wolf Lord's old injury.
He pulled me into his arms, using his burning chest to shield me from the divine punishment, and growled, “She's mine. If she has to hurt, I'm the only one allowed to touch her!”
I tried to destroy the Mechanism City, but accidentally repaired the century-old blight at its heart.
The obsessive young man, eyes red, built me a device to ease my pain, choking out, “Big sister, please don't hurt anymore...”
I cursed the emperor of the Eastern Continent, but ended up lifting the seal on his bloodline.
He dismissed his entire harem and brought the imperial jade seal to me, saying, “I want both you and this realm.”
Help! I just wanted to risk my life and scrape by,
but somehow I've landed the huge task of saving the world. Thanks a lot...
