I was blown to pieces in the apocalyptic battlefield, and when I opened my eyes again, I became a female of the White Tiger Tribe in the Beast World.
The male orcs knelt down to offer their prey, while the females competed to groom me.
But I am clearly a wind power user, and I can flatten mountains with just a raise of my hand.
The system forced me to help the primitive orcs move toward civilization: "Build cities, farm, and provide education, otherwise you won't be able to go home!"
I cured the plague and taught them how to weave and build houses. The tribe quickly grew into the most powerful empire.
One night the leader pinned me against the city wall and said, "Stay and be my queen."
Just as he was about to refuse, the system suddenly popped up a prompt: "Energy source detected - he is your lover who died in the end of the world."
