I transmigrated into a cultivation novel as the female supporting character, destined to have her core ripped out by the male lead.
The System said, “If you want to survive, win him over.”
I turned around and reported the System to the Heavenly Dao, then joined the Heartless Path.
And so, the Immortal Realm gained a legend of ruthless overachieving:
While others discussed the Dao, I went into seclusion. While others took trials, I trained hard. While others practiced dual cultivation, I refined pills.
Three hundred years later, I ascended, and the male leads’ eyes reddened beneath the lightning tribulation:
“She once gazed at me so tenderly...”
“I offer you the Nine Provinces as your betrothal gift. Please look at me just once more!”
I put away my immortal official’s token. “Sorry, I haven’t met my KPI yet.”