Shan Jing died once.
Before the white light of the insect mother's explosion engulfed her, she was the strongest sword in that world. When I opened my eyes again, I had a different body and a different world.
Elderan, a magical continent supported by the operation of twelve divine hubs. Evelyn Gray, an ordinary person whose magic channel is completely blocked, is a waste in the eyes of the northern nobles.
Shan Jing climbed up among the piles of corpses, starting with the rats in the sewer.
An information dealer who calls himself Old Mole, an alchemist merchant who came from Silvermoon City, an undead man with a secret... All the threads are pulling north, dragging Shan Jing towards the ruins of the old divine center buried deep underground.
It doesn't matter, her invincible reputation still lingers.
Intention: It doesn't matter if you are denied by people who blindly label you. The right to define is in your own hands.