Current manor: Mostly in ruins
Current residents: Seventy starving, freezing elderly people, women, and children
Current threats: Raging sandstorms, with waves of ancient corruption closing in
External enemies: The Church is watching closely, neighboring nobles are eyeing the territory, and bandits roam the wasteland
Progress on getting home: 0
Lieyan: I'm a demonic cult saint who has killed countless people. All I want is a chance to escape back to the cultivation world. Who wants to govern this rundown manor in the wasteland?
But looking at the refugees dying before her eyes, she just couldn't turn away.
She'd meant to set up a formation and then leave, but the people of her territory praised her to the skies.
She'd meant to catch a few bandits to build roads and then run, but instead she won over a few loyal subordinates, who wept and begged to serve her.
She grumbled every day that these people were a burden, yet quietly built walls, dug canals, and stockpiled food, stubbornly carving out a place to survive in the wasteland.
But the Church continued to suspect that this baron, whose temperament had changed drastically, was hiding a monster from the abyss inside her body.
[Reading note] No System. The heroine is all bark and a softie at heart, and the story has a plotline that crosses worlds.
Theme: Prosperity, democracy, harmony.
