A Pregnancy Test Shattered the Engagement Party

“Mr. Gu, your counterfeit is carrying the real thing.”

At the engagement banquet, I slapped my pregnancy test results down on the head table in front of everyone. His response was to hold his first love and sneer coldly. “A counterfeit thinks she deserves to have my child?”

Only then did I realize I wasn't just a stand-in. I was also the daughter of my father's murderer, and the fool whose life had been stolen from her.

Five years after my “suicide” by drowning, I returned with the capital of Star Slayer, vowing to take everything back. Then I discovered that I was the real first love he had searched for all these years.

Worse, the man I hated to the core was kneeling beneath a cherry tree, lifting a ring with bloodstained hands. “Wanwan, I'll give you everything I have to make it up to you. Will that be enough?”

But this was only the tip of the iceberg.

When an app that monitored emotions livestreamed my enemies' breakdowns, when a diamond-encrusted toothbrush became the scepter that unlocked an interstellar key, and when hundreds of clones of “me” awoke together and called me their master...

I finally realized that from corporate warfare on Earth to cloning conspiracies, from digitized consciousness to interstellar civilization, this was a game spanning light-years.

And my identity had risen from counterfeit stand-in to queen of capital, then all the way to the progenitor of artificial humans, the mother goddess of the stars, and the player moving the pieces of the universe.

“Gu Yanzhi, you said you'd give me everything?” I looked at him, with a vast army of clones and a glittering galaxy behind me. “But everything you have has long been part of my game.”