After I Entered the Haunted Realm with My Word-Spirit Powers

Song Zhizhi was an orphan, adopted as a child by a homeless man. He never taught her anything except how to swindle people, using the pretense of metaphysics to con money out of their pockets. Ever since he died, Song Zhizhi has relied on that to stay alive.

Song Zhizhi surpassed her teacher.

She sat in front of a street stall wearing sunglasses. Beside her hung a shabby white cloth with the words "Blind Fortune-Teller" written on it.

"You're bound to be down on your luck and frustrated with life. You're at a low point right now, and you probably can't even afford a proper meal. Life is hard."

The man raised a finger. "That's accurate."

Song Zhizhi's mouth twitched. How could it not be? His white shirt had been worn until it was black. Rule number one of fortune-telling: tailor your reading to the person in front of you.

Clutching the two hundred yuan he'd given her, Song Zhizhi leaned in and said, "Don't worry. Your life is about to take a turn for the better. A huge upheaval is coming to the world. You understand?"

Rule number two of fortune-telling: be vague.

Who could have guessed that night, the world would be overrun by the supernatural and horror? To make matters worse, everyone awakened supernatural abilities, while Song Zhizhi was still a complete novice.

To survive, Song Zhizhi made up an ability for herself, claiming she could predict the future.

But only later did Song Zhizhi belatedly realize that her ability was creation. The entire world of horror had been created by her!

Song Zhizhi: "..."

Song Zhizhi: "?!" So I'm the big boss of the horror world? Then what was the point of all those years of enduring humiliation?

Theme: I'm exceptional