After Shen Zhaozhao died, she was bound to a good-for-nothing System and forced to travel through ten crumbling little worlds, saving the male leads who were on the verge of turning evil and destroying the world.
The System earnestly advised her, “Host, our mission is to win over the male leads. Please be gentle.”
Looking at the wealthy relatives who were forcing her to give up her place, the real heiress who had framed her, and the fiancé waiting to laugh at her, Shen Zhaozhao calmly signed the severance agreement.
“Winning him over is fine.”
“But I’m better at making people kneel and beg me.”
And so the fake heiress stopped begging for love, the fallen princess turned the tables and took control of the realm, the actress vilified by the entire internet staged a comeback on a livestream, the junior sister whose spiritual roots had been ripped out settled the score with the immortal sect with a single sword, and the abandoned concubine in the cold palace refused to fight for the emperor’s favor yet controlled life and death throughout the harem.
In every world, Shen Zhaozhao started from the most miserable circumstances and fought her way to the most satisfying ending.
And those cold, obsessive, sinister, and arrogant male leads were driven out of control by her, time and again.
“Shen Zhaozhao, what is it you want?”
She smiled, lovely and carefree.
“I want you to love me with a clear mind. And I want everyone who owes me to pay me back, one by one.”
Later, when the three thousand worlds collapsed, the memories of the Supreme God returned.
The man who had lowered his head to her in every world finally remembered everything.
It turned out she hadn’t come to win him over.
She had come to save him.
