Bang your pots, bang your pots! A doomsday witch is here! Please give me a chance!
[Doomsday · Natural Disasters, Magical Farming · No Saintly Heroine]
Wuyou was a mercenary, but had the bad luck to transmigrate into the body of someone on the verge of death. It felt like punching a pillow.
Wuyou: Thanks for asking... I'd already lain down to wait for death, but then I got her golden finger?!
So she's going to become a witch?!
A sudden downpour... She thought a natural-disaster apocalypse was coming, and stocked up on supplies. Just when she thought she could lie flat, she was dragged into an infinite survival game...
Wuyou: Could I be the chosen one?
So she unlocked a new way to live: trying to stay comfortable even through natural disasters, heading off to explore different worlds and level up whenever she got the itch to fight, and even slaying a dragon along the way. Then she'd rest for a while and sell the local specialties and junk she'd brought back at her little shop.
But she never expected her goods to become bestsellers, or herself to become a big shot!
Wuyou: ...That happened a bit suddenly, didn't it?
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I feel like the golden finger didn't play an important role and it didn't feel fun.
Fortunately, I can take a look when I have nothing to do.