When I woke up, I became the 108th reincarnation of Nuwa who died since the beginning of the world.
The first 107 people were all hunted by mysterious forces within three days of awakening, and the world was stained with blood.
In this life, I vow to find out the mastermind behind this! The left hand pinches the earth to create a man, and the right hand uses a whip to mend the sky? No, this time I want to use modern knowledge to give this mythical world a little shock.
However, why did the ancestor god who had been sleeping since the beginning of chaos wake up at this time and always stare at me with that "I found you" look? My dear, I will never run away this time!
