She was a master thief from the twenty-fourth century, but transmigrated into the body of a foolish good-for-nothing. With no father or mother, she even had to put up with the family members' contempt. A fool? A useless nobody? Fine. She'd soon make these stupid Earthlings learn what it meant to regret something too late!
Battle aura? Magic? She mastered both, crushing every genius in her path. The position of clan head? The divine Vermilion Bird? Want them? Sorry, she took them.
But could someone tell her whether this adorable little boy who got terribly carsick and threw up at the mere sight of a carriage was really the divine Vermilion Bird?
And who was the mysterious soul living in her body, acting like he owned the place? And another thing...
Why did everyone else's companions have such overwhelming, unrivaled charisma, while the few around her were either a scheming merchant fox, a poker-faced tech geek, or a flirtatious playboy? The sickly beauty was probably the best of the bunch!
Wasn't this supposed to be about conquering the world and dominating the four corners of the earth? Please don't let me down!
