The 1970s Cannon Fodder Goes on a Rampage Online

[The Seventies] [Transmigration] [Space] [Jack of All Trades] [Feel-Good Story] [No Saintly Heroine] [One True Pair] [Face-Slapping and Crushing Villains]

The divine beast White Tiger wakes up from a nap to find that a little Heavenly Dao has mistakenly assigned it as the target of a mission. What in the world?

There's a seemingly useless but actually level-headed father, a mother who strayed from the marriage, and a woman even more cow-like than an old ox who is supposed to deliver a golden finger before dying.

Whoever wants this job can have it. She's White Tiger. She'll eat anything, except a loss!

Sang Yanqiu is ready to sharpen her blades. She has a space, can do just about everything, and has the little Heavenly Dao as a support cheat. She's terrifyingly powerful.

As for the mother who strayed, she makes her suffer a silent loss right from the start. And the product of that affair? Back where it came from.

Her white-lotus older sister and the stepfather's family who killed her whole family in her previous life: after putting them through every kind of torment, she'll send the whole lot of them to the underworld together. That's the way to do it.

The first branch is lazy, greedy, and shameless, leeching off the second branch. Anything good they get ends up in the second branch's hands in the blink of an eye. Watching her silly son grin, the eldest aunt's face twists with fury. Fine, let it all burn!

It's not the scheming villains you have to fear, but the fool who suddenly gets a bright idea. The third branch keeps bouncing between scheming and sudden inspiration, and their lives just get more and more miserable. The whole third branch sobs: Ancestors, show us the way!

Sang Daqiang: I've finally made something of myself, following my daughter to the peak of life! (Dad, I won't hold you back. Just point, and I'll strike!)

PS: The heroine is a little unhinged and a little crazy. As a divine beast, she's rather hot-tempered. If she can settle things with her fists, she won't waste her breath. If punching can solve it, why waste spit? Just get it done! The heroine can do a little bit of everything. Literally, everything!