The World Is Peaceful and Worry-Free

(No system, imaginary world, single heroine, not brainless) When the first thunder flashes from the sky, When the first gust of wind blows from the void, When the first ray of divine fire ignites from the chaos. The gods stole the light from the sky, and the cycle of birth and death began in the world. The mountains and rivers were reduced to ashes, and the oceans were boiling. The sun and the moon are dim, and the stars are hanging upside down. All souls wail, nothing more. That was the end of the old world and the beginning of rebirth. Thousands of years later, on top of the mountain. A golden crow with a body full of gold retracted its wings and looked down at the world where fireworks were reigniting below. It was silent for a long time, with thousands of lights reflected in its eyes, and finally let out a low sigh: "The world is peaceful and worry-free."