I failed my tribulation and woke up as a cockroach, hunted as a pest by the real heiress.
The real heiress had it worse than me. Her mother didn’t love her, the fake heiress framed her, and she could barely get enough to eat.
After an unexpected pact, I became her cockroach strategist.
I taught her to study, to take down the manipulative girls, and to make her mother acknowledge her in front of everyone.
But then this girl taught herself the rest. In the school bathroom, she grabbed a mop, smeared it with shit and piss, and plastered it across a bully’s face, making a name for herself in one battle.
Now everyone at school knows the Lin family’s real heiress is not to be messed with.
Only I know that every night she squats in front of the bookshelf and calls a cockroach “Great King.”
She also calls me “Great Turtle.”
I should have let the lightning tribulation kill me.
Failed Ascension × Cockroach Immortal × Real and Fake Heiresses.
