[Interstellar High Martial] [strong female lead] [no romance] [comeback] [power fantasy] [ruthless] [star armor]
After ten years of apocalypse, a single betrayal from behind leaves Su Ruan, captain of an ability-user squad, transmigrated into Su Ruan, the cast-off daughter of a wealthy family in an interstellar High Martial world.
The good news: she's alive.
The bad news: she's gone from a six-foot muscleman to a five-foot-two little flower, and her eight-pack abs have become a pair of massive breasts.
Worst of all, her newly awakened S-rank Profound Ice Martial Embryo has been stolen by her family and transplanted into her scheming little sister.
A hellish start? No big deal.
[Star Armor Workshop] bound.
She kills assassins, moves through the black market, builds star armor by hand, and gets even with her scheming little sister.
Some people want her buried in the mud, so she'll start in a garbage heap and work her way to the throne.
She makes it to the silver league in one week and smashes a simp's teeth with one swing of her staff.
In class, she plants her foot on the chair of the class's biggest troublemaker and grins, tilting her head:
“Little mouse, who's the useless one now?”
The Star Dome Battle Network, livestreamed across the entire star region.
Everyone else is showing off and climbing the ranks. She's the only one doing absurd nonsense. Ahem... working hard to make money.
[ID: Hear the Staff Sing]
[Star Armor: Popsicle Generator]
[Motto: Ad space for rent, first booking free today]
The live chat is in stitches: “Where'd this nutjob come from?”
Until she uses her “Kitty Cat Pink Limited Edition Children's Model, Modified” to pound one prodigy after another into the ground.
Star Region battlefield.
Starwraith Beast Emperor: “I report her for cheating!”
Su Ruan: “Why are you blushing, you silly goose?”
Live chat: “It figured it out.”
The Su family estate lies in ruins, wreckage as far as the eye can see.
Su Ruan looks around. “Anyone still alive? If not, I'm dropping a nuke.”
A trembling voice comes from the rubble. Father Su: “Meow?”
Su Ruan grins, hefts her popsicle, and cackles. “Heh heh heh, old geezer, I knew you weren't dead. Eat my big stick!”
