Wearing a Beauty's Skin, I Conquered the City

Ten years ago, a meteorite fell. Of the 126 people in my village, I was the only one left alive.

Ten years later, while trying to collect my unpaid wages, the foreman’s crew beat me to the brink of death.

As I lay dying, the System awakened:

[Wear a beauty’s skin to gain her abilities and identity.]

[Conquer men, and you’ll grow stronger.]

I looked at the weakest thug, and my gaze changed.

Ten minutes later, in front of everyone, I had become the village belle who died ten years ago.

The foreman was so scared he wet himself.

But that was only the beginning.

Wearing the female CEO’s skin, I became my own boss.

Restoring the imperial consort’s skin, I made the powerful kneel at my feet.

Everyone thought I was a god.

Only I knew I was becoming less and less like myself.

Then the System flashed a warning:

[You are not the first Host. The last one died ten thousand times more horribly than you will.]

And a woman named Su Qingyue had been waiting for me for ten whole years.

“The spiritual essence in you,” she said, “has been nourishing me all along.”