Starting with Luofu, I Get to Work with Miracles!

[The author is an illiterate who is trying hard to escape the curse of updating only once a week. Updates are irregular.]

They say you never have to worry about food or clothes in the immortal realm. But after arriving, I was still penniless and couldn't afford a meal. So hungry I couldn't take it anymore, I had no choice but to steal a random passerby's food.

But my luck was truly terrible. I'd barely stolen it when a boy more than a head taller than me caught up and grabbed me. All I could do was eat the food before I died. I never expected it to be so hot that I could barely speak, and then he asked me my name. Hilarious. If I could steal someone's food, who would bother giving me a name?

Only the immortals who arrived before me would be interested in that, and I hadn't been there when they picked their names. So naturally, I had none.

After I croaked out my answer, the boy was silent for a long time.

Well, the immortals really were nice people who never had to worry about food or clothes. Now I had new clothes and food, too.

It really was the immortal realm.

Hm? What about those strange looks?

Who cares? As long as there's food, it's fine. This wasn't even scavenged from a garbage heap. How great was that?

(Munch munch) (Chomp chomp) (Wolfing it down)

* The protagonist is a sarcastic little cat with a sharp tongue, but she's soft-hearted and a pretty decent person. She responds to kindness, not force. She's a short-lived species and later becomes Yingxing's disciple.

* The style is fairly slice-of-life and quirky (maybe).

* I'm a fictional historian. I hereby declare that the mysterious faction is responsible for this book.

* I still haven't figured out how to quickly find typos I've pointed out... When I see a typo report, I think for a while, reread the original, and say, "Wait, where is that part?"... So if a typo hasn't been fixed, it's not because I didn't see the report. QWQ

* If you can, please leave a comment, thank you! It will give a little motivation to a fictional historian who keeps wondering if the writing is bad (?).

Theme: Don't use the wondrous hand. It will bring you misfortune