Retired Powerhouse Goes Viral in the Weird World with Desserts

Jiang Yurou, still bearing old wounds from the Abyss, retires from the infinite-flow novel The Abyss Corridor and opens a shop called “Lightly Sweet” at a human camp.

All she wants is to bury her bloody past in the oven, but fate drops a sizzling “surprise” into her lap.

“Pfft!”

The bloodstained bandages suddenly bulge, and a snowy-white ball of fluff bursts out, gobbling up the black mist writhing between her bones.

The Anomaly Bureau's alarms blare across the sky.

The hardliners: “Dissect that little fluffball! Turn it into the core of the ultimate Abyss weapon!”

The moderates: “Boss Jiang! Give us one ‘Ghost-Banishing Cream Puff’ and we'll make the entire bureau your bodyguards!”

When her former best friend leads an army crashing through the shop door, Jiang Yurou grabs the black cat on the counter and pins it to the chopping board.

“Cang! Yuan! Jin...” The kitchen knife scrapes past the cat's ear and sinks into the board. A red gleam surges in her eyes.

“For the debt you owe me for tricking me into swallowing your core and getting pregnant... Tonight, I'll simmer your tail in red bean soup!”

The void splits apart!

A silver-haired woman in black robes descends through a cascade of stars, pinching the knife blade between her fingers and kissing it.

“It's been yours for ages.”

She swings the knife down.

The code of law is engraved across the firmament...

Ninth District Statute: Offer one new rule to Lightly Sweet every day! Anyone who disobeys will be sealed forever in a frozen cream coffin!

From then on, Lightly Sweet becomes the center of the world's authority.

Humans make sacrifices, begging for a piece of [an item that can reverse a hopeless situation (effect: nullifies one instant-death rule)].

The vengeful spirit employees take the Frosting Artist Certification Exam, all vying for full-time positions.

Her daughter Tuantuan sits cross-legged in the flood of rules, gnawing on offerings and spitting out “apocalypse-level supernatural macarons” (converted from SSS-rank eerie objects).

The Abyss Sovereign takes human form and leans against the counter, his tongue curling over her cream-smeared fingertip.

“Madam, peace has finally come to the Ninth District...”

A cat's tail winds around her waist.

Jiang Yurou: “The retirement life I wanted was one of peace and quiet! Not raising a baby, baking cakes, and caring for an eldritch god!”

Cang Yuanjin (biting her earlobe, whispering): “Peace and quiet are yours. You are mine.”

Mad, battle-scarred beauty shou vs. Abyss-dwelling catlike sovereign seme

2025-11-10 20:10:13

2025-12-18 09:45:02 Fifth revision

2025-12-21 10:33:10 Seventh revision in progress

2025-12-29 20:38:44 Seventh revision complete

2026-01-29 07:10:48 Sorry, I ended it badly. Maybe I'll rewrite it later. I don't want to change the content issues anymore.

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