Professional Soul Buriers

Lan Jing wondered: if she could still go home, would she be able to get used to that plain life again? Perhaps not. The days of cooking rice, buying oil and salt had become nothing but memories even before she transmigrated. Now, she could only wear a smile like that of a noble lady, her long, sumptuous skirt swaying as she walked. Before her stretched a thorn-covered staircase, leading up to a magnificent palace. The Grim Reaper's scythe was in her hand, and darkness spread behind her, mist obscuring her sight. None of that mattered. Her feet were destined to tread on the corpses of her enemies, and her hands were destined to be stained with blood. To be a soul-burier meant burying other people's souls, but never forgetting to extinguish one's own conscience as well. Literary blurb: Lan Jing transmigrated. It may have been the last thing she would ever have wanted. In that distant era, she stained her hands with blood and betrayed her conscience. All this transformation was for one reason only: to find her way home. This is the best of times: the First Industrial Revolution is flourishing. This is the worst of times: the darkness of the royal family has plunged all of England into unrest. From the moment Lan Jing arrived, she had no choice. Life or death? For this humble wish, she would pay more than a single life. From then on, the era belongs to Isers Biru. Under this new name, Lan Jing will bid farewell to her ordinary former self and choose a path of no return. No one knows how it will end. Perhaps she will be reduced to ashes, or perhaps she will attain eternal life by another means. The fading twilight cannot be brought back, but it can repeat itself again and again. Now, the last sighs of an ancient soul-burier, broken and on the brink of death, teach me to choose between survival and destruction. I have never thought about my future, because all I want is to stay alive. That has become my obsession. There is no room in my heart for anything else. (Dear readers, don't let this character fool you. The story isn't angsty, except for a tiny bit at the beginning. It's somewhere between serious drama and lighthearted fun.) The joking blurb: All right (shrugs), I got transmigrated, somehow, for no reason! I'm totally calm, really (?). Don't ask why. Did you think I transmigrated as a royal princess or a count's daughter? (Everyone whispers: You only avoid panicking if you find out after transmigrating that you're living in luxury...) I look calm on the outside, but inside, I'm bleeding... This hellhole! A sealed room, a group of beautiful girls in the prime of their youth, and a crazy woman! (Hey! Don't mislead the readers. This definitely isn't a girls' love story!) This kind of transmigration, (Ugh, who would want to transmigrate?!) Ahem, back to the story. How will our young Lan Jing escape the torments of a homicidal maniac's mind and body? This story is realistic. The heroine starts out rather weak, but gradually grows stronger. No wish fulfillment, no lovesick heroine, no naive fluff. The male lead is undecided for now and will be chosen based on reader comments. (Very likely no couple.) P.S. The author is still a student, so I can't suddenly become someone who updates daily. The heroine is growing bit by bit, and so am I. One update a week. My writing is still rough and I don't have many chapters saved up, so please bear with me. (Clasped hands!) My other little diversion, Naruto Transmigration: Scarlet Heart Moon, updates irregularly. Everyone's welcome to stop by and poke fun. I got an itch to start new stories, so I've begun an original boys' love story, White Autumn, and a modern fantasy, Notes from Beyond Death. I really just had an itch to write, everyone. Drop by and leave a comment when you're bored. Whether they'll end up abandoned is another question... Also, please leave lots of comments! Leaving a little paw print won't get you pregnant. I'm lazy, so if you want to read more, don't hold back: give me a good kick! (Huh? Did something strange just sneak in there~~~)