In the year 3024 of the Federation Calendar, this was a highly developed but extremely decadent era.
Chaebols monopolize resources and politicians are at odds with each other.
In this interstellar society that seems glamorous but is actually suffocating, everyone wants to climb up.
Lou Yujia thought too.
She doesn't have a noble bloodline, she doesn't have a heaven-defying mecha talent, and she's not a natural god of war.
All she has is a mouth that can make strangers drop their guard in three minutes, and a heart that is so cold as to be frightening on the battlefield.
At first, she just smiled and extended her hand to those "friends", showing just the right amount of vulnerability and sincerity, attracting a group of like-minded companions.
They thought she was a delicate flower who needed protection, a close friend who could be trusted with their backs.
Later, they discovered that she gradually became stronger, mastered countless core resources, and became a chess player they could only look up to.
Jealousy, fear, greed... Her former companions tore off their disguises and betrayed her one after another in an attempt to pull her down from the altar.
Facing those venom-quenched blades, Lou Yujia just elegantly adjusted the hem of his windbreaker.
She was never angry or desperate.
Because she laid a hidden thread of checks and balances and destruction as early as when trust was established.
This is a story about how careerists, in troubled times, used people's hearts as their blades, worked step by step, and finally trampled the decadent federation under their feet.
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There is no CP, no male protagonist, no ambiguous pull, and no Holy Mother's heart.
All tenderness is a disguise, and all emotional investment is a bargaining chip.
Intention: Only with extreme sobriety and calculation can a bloody road to new life be opened.