I Was Born a Beauty

Power is perhaps one of the few truly good things in this world. It lets you take charge of your own life. It lets you experience what it's like to control others instead of being controlled by them.

Yes, someone once said that power isn't omnipotent, and it's true that power can't do everything.

But what can?

Does anything truly all-powerful exist in this world?

The First Emperor of Qin searched for immortality and elixirs, but ended up in the grave.

You and I are nobodies, yet we're still alive.

Yes, you and I have something we can give others that power cannot.

But we are manipulated by those people. We are strong and healthy, and we are loved, but we are not free.

Power can't change the fact that everyone dies, but it can at least make life more enjoyable.

This story is mostly set in an alternate world, with occasional historical research.

The idea came to me eight years ago. Five years ago, I wrote over a hundred thousand words of the main story and tens of thousands of words of extras. I'm putting it out this year after revising and cutting it, and I'll post whatever I have.

Since it spans such a long period of time, the overall writing style may not always be consistent.

Please bear with me.

It's written in first person, so if first-person narration isn't your thing, feel free to skip it~

The heroine's name comes from Mongolian, but she isn't actually Mongolian. The concept of Mongolians doesn't exist in the world of this story. The Mongolian name is just there to provide a linguistic and cultural foundation, and that foundation has been modified.

The heroine is hardly a lovesick romantic and has no luck in love. For various reasons, she only loves power