Yan Qing was a top-tier mission-taker in the world of transmigration into books. She could tear a scumbag apart and secure a satisfying revenge plot, or play cute and obedient to win the role of someone's beloved first love.
There was nothing she couldn't pull off if she put her mind to it.
Her final mission before retirement was to enter an infinite-flow horror scenario and play a delicate, useless vase of a minor character, too weak to lift a hand or shoulder a burden.
Yan Qing skimmed the character requirements and nodded in satisfaction. Perfect: a useless vase with nothing but a pretty face. Just her type.
So she became the number one fangirl cheering behind the villainous lord, weak and fragile. When the young lord Shi Yan gave her a cold, scrutinizing look, Yan Qing gazed back innocently. Thanks for asking, I'm just a useless vase.
Everyone on the team thought Yan Qing was a pretty but worthless lightweight, and her luck stat was MAX. Then one time, a dungeon's difficulty shot straight up to SSS rank. Everyone was so suppressed they couldn't move, but the team's little vase strolled out of her room with a yawn and a few deft moves later, brought the dungeon world crashing down.
Everyone: You call that useless?
Shi Yan had a secret.
He had known Yan Qing was lying to him from the very first time they met.
