She was once the assistant to the president of a powerful business world, but once she traveled through time, she became the cannon fodder destined for death by the god above the nine heavens.
For thirty thousand years, she floated up and down in the whirlpool of reincarnation, watching the world be destroyed and reborn five times. The so-called beginning is never a new prologue, but a repetition of the old script, where destruction and rebirth are intertwined into an inextricable knot.
She raised her head with all her strength and shouted hoarsely in the direction of the high platform: "Please, kill me. Even if you kill me, I will bear the thunder torture on his behalf. Okay? Please."
The person on the high platform slowly spoke: "Once the thunderbolt has begun, there is no chance of stopping it. I can only endure it. Have you forgotten your fearless look yesterday?"
Changing one's fate against the will of heaven was a joke. If one could really change one's fate against the will of the gods, it would just be how her life should be.
Intention: to change destiny against nature
