I Save the World by Dealing Out Tragedies

Rong Xian transmigrates. Aside from a good-for-nothing Heavenly Dao that keeps trying to make her a corporate wage slave, everything is great.

Of course, rather than be changed by the world, she would rather be the one who changes it. So she puts on a secret identity and gets to work.

And so

In the mountains, a smiling musician plucks the strings of her qin. When she turns her head, her gaze is as cold and still as an abyss. “How rude of you to trespass on someone else's territory.”

Amid the thick white mist, a bride in red lifts her bloodstained veil, an eerie smile tugging at her lips. “Have you… seen my A Yin?”

A swordmaster, aloof and proud as the moon, moves with casual grace, her blade stained with blood. “Come at me all at once.”

A woman of incomparable elegance and noble bearing looks upon the world with a tenderness as ephemeral as reflections in water or flowers in a mirror. Her eyes are veiled in mist, revealing no emotion, as she warns all living things.

“Do not resist. Do not act rashly.”

“Show reverence for the human world.”

…

Behind them, the catastrophe that secretly governs everything is an unfathomable being, capable of turning the world upside down.

Hush, the catastrophe stirring up the world is watching you.

Rong Xian: Pretending is so much fun. Being a wage slave is such a joy.