A story about an interstellar resident who specializes in physical-assassin magic in a magical world and transmigrates to a cultivation world.
A ranting story written after being driven crazy by old-fashioned cultivation novels. It includes the author’s subjective, irritable opinions, but my mother-daughter relationship with the female lead is pretty fake, so if you want to yell at someone, yell at her. Shrugs.
The female lead has no morals, no compassion, and no empathy. She’s purely in it for the fun, so don’t talk to her about ethics; she has none. From the start, the female lead is already a nonhuman species. Even though she kills, sets fires, and does all kinds of outrageous things, she’s a good person (?).
Don’t read if that bothers you.
I write whatever comes to mind. The female lead doesn’t cultivate immortality; even in a cultivation world, she still specializes in physical combat. All you lovely readers are welcome to rant along with me. I’ll consider changing things if you complain about them, but the human brain has its limits, so please don’t fly into a rage and start yelling. Hides with arms over head.
Theme: Never forget your original aspiration
Yes, there is no difference between people and monsters in the world of immortality. It makes no difference how many people or monsters you kill. Unless it destroys the balance, exterminates the tribe, or destroys the world.