I only regret that so many people break their promises, so I would rather die to prove who I am.
Originally titled A Cup That Isn't a Cup. It was supposed to be about a female assassin who transmigrates to ancient times and becomes a noble family's daughter, then carefully navigates one peril after another... But that's not happening! It's about a martial arts master who transmigrates to ancient times, takes up a sharp blade, cuts down everyone in her path, pierces through feudal ethics, carves her way through a rotten household that devours people whole, then kills the emperor with her own hands and usher in a new age.
Men only slow down the speed at which I draw my sword.
This is a self-indulgent story, and I don't know when I'll start writing it, so I'll put it up for pre-collection for now.
Theme: Anti-imperialism and anti-feudalism
