
Synopsis
Pre-release: The Eyes Blinded by God: An unreliable, curious money-loving girl VS a seemingly loyal puppy who is actually a gloomy, scheming college guy (Blurb after the divider. Begging on my knees for your saves!)
(Blurb for the book below: approved for publication, first work)
A year ago, An You destroyed a horror-instance world and killed its boss. She should have been riding high, but instead she was locked up in a psychiatric hospital.
She wondered how she could dodge the sedative injection, and the next second, the sedative vanished into thin air before her eyes.
She froze, then tried opening and closing her hand. The sedative vanished and reappeared along with her movements.
Her [telekinesis] power hadn't disappeared after all, even though she'd destroyed the instance world!
With her golden finger, she settled into a comfortable retirement in the psychiatric hospital.
The nurse came to give her another sedative, so she swapped it for glucose!
They forced her to take her medicine, so she switched it for vitamin C tablets!
When she got hungry, she took food from the doctor on duty. When she got bored, she grabbed a phone and had a look.
She thought things would go on like that forever.
Until one peaceful, beautiful morning, when she suddenly appeared in an unfamiliar village. One look at the monstrous old man and she realized she was back.
Back in that instance where people were killed without a second thought.
But she'd destroyed the entire instance world, so what was going on now?
Because she didn't have a husband, an old NPC was going to stab her to death with a spoon!!!
She's underage! Hey! Ever heard of the laws protecting minors? How could a minor have a husband?
Watching the old man draw closer, An You smiled faintly and loosened up. Whatever, she'd gotten tired of the psychiatric hospital anyway.
An axe appeared in her hand. Just as she was about to hack the NPC to death, a man suddenly pulled her into his arms.
An You had almost killed an innocent person. She heard him stammer, "I... I'm her husband."
An You: "???"
No, bro, you're going to get thrown in jail for that.
After she returned to the instance, the boss she'd killed before somehow came back to life, too.
He smiled, his fingers sliding nonchalantly from her cheek to her neck, where they clamped down hard.
"You little ingrate, I'm not dead."
Hah. She sneered, deliberately leaving an opening, then kicked the man right in the crotch!
The boss's expression twisted. "Do you think a god can die?"
An You: "What, even a god doesn't have descendants? If I killed you once, I can do it again. Die!"
After the boss left with his legs pressed together, An You looked at the brand-new instance that had reappeared and reached into the air, pulling out a cleaver.
Come on, monsters! Face the judgment of my blade!!!
Later, she reshaped the world all by herself.
From then on, she would be the one to destroy the world, and the one to give it life.
[Reader's Guide]
The original title was Mirror Locust Tree. This book is the author's youthful take on heroism.
The heroine isn't omnipotent, and her golden finger is very limited.
The writing is terrible, so read with caution.
This book's ending is a bit weak, so read with caution. The author thinks what they wrote is a pile of crap, but at least they made it to the end.
This book's journey was far too rough,
so the author has decided to let it go and start a new one.
The new book will come after the author has studied writing and plot design more carefully.
(Pre-release! The Eyes Blinded by God is now underway)
An Zhiruo was born with impaired vision. For someone like her, whose vision can't be corrected, people and animals are indistinguishable from ten meters away, men and women look the same from five meters away, and the whole world comes with a level-ten beauty filter. Everything is pixelated.
As expected, she died not long after entering the instance.
She mistook a monster for a teammate and got herself killed by feeding it a player.
Then the unexpected happened: she was reborn.
She looked at the blurry, gray world and went completely mad. If Heaven wouldn't leave her alone, then no one else was going to have a good time either!
With memories of her previous life, An Zhiruo knew almost every strategy for clearing the instances.
But she refused to get the perfect ending and leave.
She chose to sing, dance, and rap in the instances, hawk products with suggestive ads, perform as an intellectual ape, and ram into players who tried to rob her!
The players couldn't take it anymore, and the NPCs dropped their act, joining forces to hunt her down. But they discovered that she always managed to dodge every attack with pinpoint accuracy.
[System Notice: Player An Zhiruo has used her personal spirit gift: Prediction]
[This spirit gift can instantly predict what will happen in the next second. The future has millions of possibilities, and as long as the player can make a change, the causal link is established.]
[Duration/Uses: Unlimited]
NPCs: ??? Who the hell assigned her this spirit gift? Who did it?
Just as the NPCs and players were at a loss, scratching their heads over what to do, the god-tier player, No Name, ranked number one, stepped in.
Everyone knew that the number-one player's spirit gift countered every other player. Just as they thought newcomer An Zhiruo was done for...
The lofty No Name opened his shirt. "Want to feel my abs?"
An Zhiruo fought back the drool gathering at the corner of her mouth and eyed the man warily. "You're not going to kill me?"
No Name pulled her into his arms. The movement was so sudden that a little red marriage certificate fell out of his pocket. "I wouldn't dream of hurting you."
If anyone looked closely, they'd see An Zhiruo's wedding photo on the marriage certificate.
And the date was the year An Zhiruo died.
She hadn't been reborn. She had come back.
And No Name, the highest-ranked player in the world, was welcoming his god home.
Theme: Live well
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To be honest, I feel like it's not a good idea to tell you about this. After all, some people didn't read the author's words in my chapter. I forgot which chapter the author's words about my forced practical training in the first semester of my sophomore year were, and I didn't have the energy to read them. It's very painful to tell you that I have never resisted the school. I don't know if anyone can read this. Comment, I have never resisted the school, and the school even threatened us, saying that if we make trouble, we will be responsible for the consequences. My results after the make-up exam were not given to me for admission. They required us to participate in a closed twenty-day practical training on the grounds of work-study integration. It's really, really uncomfortable, because my other book is on the list as normal, and I have to write 3,000 a day, and this book has to be updated every other day, which is about 10,000 a week, but this sudden threat from engineering studies has to break my original plan, and according to the playback of my recording after the school threatened me, he is still playing with me. It's a word game, and there's not even overtime pay. Dear friends, I will probably update very slowly. I don't want to lose your trust, but I can't prove with actions that I will definitely keep updating. I can only say that in 1.1 Of 27 years, I will definitely finish this book according to the outline without deleting any branch lines. I want to finish this book so much. My training time is from 4.20 To 5.10. I don't know what kind of treatment I will receive. According to people who have experienced it, low psychological quality will be very difficult and uncomfortable. I hope that I can not be affected and meet more good people, and then let me keep updating. I can't keep updating. I am really, too uncomfortable and too guilty for following the readers here. I'm sorry. (It's not that I won't update! I will update, but the update time is uncertain and the update will be a little slower! But I will add more words in one chapter at a time! I love you all, and thank you for your understanding. Even if there are only a few, I am very grateful!)
Teacher, when will the update be updated? [Empty bowl]
I don't mean to rush for an update. Don't feel any psychological pressure.
I originally wanted to save it for tomorrow.