In the apocalypse, some people eat their children to survive.
Mo Xue is the "child" about to be eaten.
She drags her injured leg out of that family, but can't face the zombies roaming outside, and dies.
The hand she relied on to survive becomes a little snack in a zombie's grasp.
At her most desperate, she hears a disgusted conversation:
"Ugh, what is human civilization doing? I thought they'd eventually fly beyond the Milky Way and join us, but how'd they manage to get themselves killed?"
"Correction: 'get themselves killed' isn't official human terminology. You should say 'die.'"
"...You sure do talk a lot. There's a human here who's almost dead. We can make do with her, right?"
Thanks to the compassion of a higher civilization, Mo Xue gets a new lease on life.
She gains a powerful ability: anything she sculpts as a model becomes real, or comes to life.
If she lacks food and water, she can sculpt meat and milk tea out of clay.
If she lacks weapons, she can sculpt bullets out of clay and swords and spears out of dough.
If she can't fight, she can sculpt humanoid guards skilled in combat to protect her.
The price is that she must transmigrate to different worlds and find the quasicrystals the higher civilization needs.
Fortunately, her dolls follow her to every world.
In a superstitious feudal era, she's revered as Nüwa.
In the modern world, she sculpts creations of advanced technology without knowing how they work.
In a cultivation world where spiritual energy has dried up, she simply sculpts a spiritual leyline.
Mo Xue returns home in triumph, only to see her parents fussing over the child they got in exchange for her.
That child is healthy, unlike Mo Xue, who used to have a limp and could only stay home making crafts.
Alone, she turns away sadly, only to be met by the dolls' eager, attentive care.
"Master, I made this pudding with my own hands. Would you like to try it?"
"Master, smell my body lotion and see how nice it is. Shall I rub some on you?"
"You lecher, get lost! I planted a sea of hyacinths, your favorite flowers. You promised we'd go see them when they bloom, so don't break your promise!"
"Master, I feel like something's wrong with my body. Could you come to my room tonight and check it for me?"
Mo Xue tenses. "What? What's wrong with you?"
That night, Mo Xue lies face-down on the bed, chewing the corner of the blanket, and regrets it with tears in her eyes. "...If only I'd known, I wouldn't have sculpted you a [censored]!"
(I haven't decided whether to include a romance yet. I might change it to no romance.)
(Screenshot taken on November 30, 2025.)
Theme: Treat the effort that goes into a work of art with care
