mathepid

Zaixing, the Deity of Calamity, is a walking clumsy catastrophe. The Damn Deity transmigrated me, a woman in her 30s, on Earth into Ji Feng, a thirteen-year-old prince from Lingyu Kingdom of another world, named Jinshi, in ‘an assignment’, with barely any instructions, meaning, or purpose. Why was Zaixing interested in picking me out of the many who died? I don’t know.

In Jinshi, ling qi determines one’s capability to use magic, that impacts on one’s position in the social hierarchy. Qi refers to the energy within the universe, in the environment, within the body, or even parts of the soul. Zaixing gave me Ji Feng’s body, with drop dead gorgeous looks, wealth - here comes the kicker - and NO ling qi. Earth would have been a much better setting. Not Jinshi. Poor Ji Feng experienced two assassination attempts. No kid has to experience that, but royals kill family members for power. And that’s not the end. 

In Ji Feng’s body, I can use another form of qi, a rare form, xuan qi in mortal form. Except there is a big catch.

Perhaps Zaixing is being clumsy on purpose, setting off a cascade of paths towards the ultimate tragedy. Who knows? 

I am just going to continue fumble around with my newfound princely status. Only one problem - he left my earthly memories, as a woman, intact.

Table of Calamity is clumsy

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Volume 1