"Ugh, my head fucking hurts….! Where the fuck am I? Oh sh…, I remember, my lab exploded!"

"Am I dead then? Is this the Underworld?"

She slowly got up and winced. She was calm, the reality of her death not registering just yet.

Then it did.

"What!?! I can't be dead!!?! All my life's work!

I can't die to something that stupid??!! Gahhhhhhhh!!!!"

"sfasj%$%#@#dfasdf.!!!!!!"

She rolled around, pulling at her hair. She felt like yelling. She wanted to scream and laugh. Cry.

She was hysterical.

She told herself to breath. Inhale. Exhale.

Now, where was she? She looked around. She saw nothing, all was pitch black. The throbbing in her head continued.

Was death supposed to be so… empty?

Something inside her head splintered and cracked. She blacked out.

Memories, images of someone familiar ran through her mind, as if she was watching a movie.

Wait, isn't that person… me? Why am I wearing such strange clothes - ancient Chinese clothes? And why am I sooooo… fat?!

She saw another version of herself. Familiar, yet so strange and intriguing. She saw the girl's childhood, saw how the girl got picked on because of her weight. The girl's name was Ling Yue, Lady of the prestigious Yue Clan in the Continent of the Five Moons.

In Ling Yue's world, the strong was king, and the weak got trampled. No matter how high she was born, even when she was of noble blood, because she was weak, she was nothing more than a peasant in society's eyes.

The Yue Clan was one of the Great Three Clans of the Lunar Empire. Ling Yue was the Clan Master's only daughter. That made her the only heir to the Yue Clan, the grandest title granted to a Yue.

But she was looked down upon by every person in the Lunar Capital, her title spreading far and wide as "the Imbecile." They say she was fat as a pig, and looked as ugly as one. She was slow in her actions, so they called her stupid. She didn't practice martial arts in a world where demons ran rampant, so they called her the great shame of the Yue family, a linage producing War Gods for generations.

Even as Ling Yue's father, Clan Master Hong Yue, tried his best to protect his beloved daughter, he could not cover her ears. He couldn't prevent her from hearing such cruel words. Her cousins taunted her daily, teasing her; her friends left her; the servants in the house didn't respect her, they looked down on her and talked behind her back.

Ling Yue left the house rarely, and if she did, with a veil over her face. Should the Capital's people recognize her, they would start laughing and throwing rocks. She lived in shame.

Ling Yue grew up with such a childhood.

She fell in love with Ting Fu, from the Fu Clan, at the tender age of seventeen. The marriage was arranged at birth. She knew she was to be his bride, and had looked forward to it since the day she first met him.

How could one not admire such a man - the Capital's finest?

He was every girl's dream prince. He was the Capital's pride, the martial arts prodigy who reached High Class Chi at eighteen. He was handsome, he was the Fu Clan's second son. He had everything, the power, the wealth, the looks. He was perfect.

But the way he treated Ling Yue was inexcusable.

Ling Yue had caught him in the sheets with her cousin, Aina. Her heart broken, Ling Yue did the most daring thing of her life, yelling at Aina and trying to push the girl down a lake.

Ting Fu had then ruthlessly slapped Ling Yue and had screeched at her: "I don't like you, get the f* out, disgusting pig." He then proceeded to kick her down the lake.

Needless to say, Ling's tender heart cracked; as she fell into the ice-cold waters of the lake, she didn't attempt to resurface. And she died.

The string of memories ended there.

She was a bit sorry for this poor Ling Yue, but what bothered her most was that this girl's memories were inside her head.

Why was she seeing this now?

Could it be, as in those cheesy romance novels... Σ(°△°|||)︴

Her soul was taking over Ling Yue's body? She will live in Ling Yue's place?!

As that thought hit her, her consciousness slipped away...