[Game Apocalypse + Leveling Progression + Strong Female Lead + No Romance]
When Nan Ruo woke up, she had become a doomed cannon-fodder girl in a harem novel written for men.
Seven days later, the game descended. Might ruled, and the rules fell apart.
Nan Ruo had an epiphany: better to fight back than sit around waiting to die.
The male lead’s greatest opportunity? Take it.
The male lead’s S-rank talent? Take it.
A nationwide competition? Sure, why not.
Wait, why are they all so weak?
The people getting crushed: ...
After becoming the world’s strongest, Nan Ruo felt bored. Then the Myriad Races Battlefield opened.
Represent Blue Star in battle? Never done it before. Might as well give it a try.
The myriad races: We don’t know! She came charging at us, shouting something about races and justice!
After becoming a god, Nan Ruo often returned to Blue Star to hang out like a street loafer.
Whenever she went back, she was always carrying a pile of useful and useless stuff.
Why carry it all?
Nan Ruo: Why else? To show off! Are the other gods not backed by their own people like this?
The gods: Not happy.
