When the whole universe is going wild cheering on lovesick protagonists who would destroy the world for love, she slams the table and declares, “I’m done putting up with this simp story!”
A dynasty falls? The people weep blood? Civilization regresses? All because the male and female leads say, “You don’t love me”?!
Ruan Ruan: Think bigger. Isn’t saving the world way more fun?
A discarded concubine in the cold palace? She builds a business empire instead, takes control of the economy, and leaves the dog emperor and his bewitching consort to cry together in the cold palace!
A disposable extra in the interstellar world? She turns around and unlocks the tech tree, blasting through the lovesick commander’s flagship with a mech. “Wake up! The bugs are about to flatten your home!”
A wealthy family’s substitute? She becomes capital itself, shorts the family of the moonlight love, and makes the scumbag beg, “Please look at me just once more!”
And yet in every world, she runs into the world-destroying Boss Yisa, who is forced to reboot the world.
Tired of being trapped in an endless cycle of being won over, he destroys everything on instinct.
Until Ruan Ruan appears.
For the first time, he realizes that maybe there’s another way to play this game.
*The heroine is focused on her career, while the hero secretly passes her weapons.
*I set out to save the world, but somehow ended up recruiting a world-destroying powerhouse as my teammate?
*Heard you like destroying the world for love? Too bad. In my story, both lovesick fools and world-destroyers are doomed!
It's a fast-paced, slap-in-the-face, cool novel, the heroine is scheming, not a virgin, and the plot is refreshing and not procrastinating.