I, Nuwa, Need Protection

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When the apocalypse arrived, Feng Jiusang, an ordinary woman, awakened the bloodline of Nuwa and grew a gigantic snake tail. She hid her tail to avoid being mistaken for a mutant, then suddenly became bound to a "System for Supporting Homeless Children."

Feng Jiusang: Homeless child? Who?

System: You. This System's mission is to help divine bloodlines wandering across worlds grow up healthy and develop in every way: morally, intellectually, and physically.

Feng Jiusang placed her finger over the uninstall button and asked, "Do you provide supplies? Do you have powerful martial arts techniques?"

System: ...No. Wait, I have a virtual realm where you can improve your abilities.

So while everyone else gathered supplies during the day, Feng Jiusang wandered the wasteland and fought monsters. While everyone else slept at night, Feng Jiusang got beaten up by monsters in the virtual realm.

That would've been bad enough, but why hadn't the System told her that well-rounded development also included shaping (playing with) earth (mud) to make (sculpt) people, and managing (being) marriage (a matchmaker) and fate (matron)?

About arranging matches:

Disasters struck one after another. Extreme cold and scorching heat followed each other, and every base lacked food and clothing, bringing reconstruction to a halt.

Friend: I wonder if we can crossbreed crops to make them resistant to cold and drought?

Feng Jiusang had a sudden inspiration: Let me see how to match plants and animals together...

About playing with mud:

System: Shaping earth to create people and refining stones to mend the sky are compulsory courses for the Nuwa clan. You can infuse clay sculptures with vitality and repair any object, living or otherwise.

Feng Jiusang: I'm a healer. I know this stuff!

The next day, the wasteland's strongest repair expert officially started work. She specialized in repairing people and things. There wasn't a problem a little mud couldn't fix!

One day, a friend asked Feng Jiusang, "Why are you always so pale, like you're about to drop dead?"

Feng Jiusang had just spent the first half of the night being chased and beaten by the Giant Spirit God in the virtual realm, then the second half being swung around by Erlang Shen. She smiled. "I was born frail..."

I, a descendant of Nuwa, was born frail and need protection!

Theme: Keep growing toward the light.