She was once a great war goddess, but her little-white-rabbit sister and lamb-like fiancé joined forces to send her to hell.
“Big Sis, I switched bodies ages ago. According to the transmigration rules, I’m destined to be the heroine. You’re stealing the spotlight, so how could I let you live?”
“My wife, you know I truly couldn’t bear to kill you. But no man likes a woman who’s so much stronger than him. Your sister is much more charming. You’re a bit of a nuisance!”
“…”
So the weak are always right, while the strong deserve to die? Who gave them such shameless values?
Since heaven has given her another chance at life, she doesn’t mind playing savior and rescuing their worldview.
But what’s with the man beside her? You’re the mighty God of Slaughter, not a little kitten. Why are you standing so close?
When the God of War meets the God of Slaughter, and dark cunning meets shamelessness, who will come out on top?
