Qin Anran, once the captain of a post-apocalyptic squad, transmigrated one day into the past and became an unranked cook in an ancient military camp. An enemy general was bearing down on her, her bratty superior was keeping a close eye on her, and the guys around her were calling on her to cook.
Kitchen disaster, causal weapon, Qin Anran: "..."
If the environment isn't right, change the environment!
And so, in a proper ancient world, an ability user completely out of place appeared.
What do you do when you have to face an enemy general in a duel?
Qin Anran: Blow him up with my ability.
Soldier: What kind of principle is that based on?!
What do you do when a mighty army is at the gates?
Qin Anran: Make a bomb by hand.
Army: It's a natural disaster! Aaaah!
What do you do when the heir apparent is captured on the city tower?
Qin Anran: Fly up there with my ability.
General: Stop right there!
Qin Anran, the famous general who will be remembered for ages, the ghost-god general, the squad captain who saved the world, said nonchalantly, "Everyone knows that if people in ancient times had put efficiency first, the whole realm would already be ours."
Her brainwashed teammates from all walks of life shouted in unison:
"The captain is number one! The captain will rule the whole martial world!"
Emperors, kings, and generals were all determined to claim her. Everyone wanted to possess that bold flash of red. Only one person stayed behind her.
As always, he smiled and said, "I will always be with you."
Like a promise, like a vow, like a curse.
No matter where they went, he would watch her dance freely.
A many-men-to-one female lead story where readers pick their favorite. One-on-one ending.
The female lead is the strongest fighter in the entire story.
The male lead is mostly useless. His skills are starting a love-rival showdown and pulling hair.
Message: Fear neither storms nor waiting
