There was an explosion, and a lone soul traveled through another world and was reborn.
Scrap material? Someone said, "You have such an ethereal physique, and the geniuses that others say are useless in front of you."
Divine elixir and fruit? Snacks for human beasts.
Artifact? The supreme artifacts seem to be tailor-made for others.
Divine beast? Isn't that creature crawling in front of my little brother a mythical beast?
Ugly? What do those nymphomaniacs call male gods who circle around in front of others mean?
Let's see how she flourishes in this alien continent and reaches the top.