The sky roared with fury as lightning tore through the heavens, illuminating the charred remains of a once-lush forest. Amidst the destruction, Qin Zhao awoke, her body aching as if it had been shattered and reforged.

"What… is this place?" she whispered, blinking against the blinding flashes of light.

Suddenly, memories flooded her mind, sharp and vivid. She had transmigrated. Not just into any world, but into the pages of a cultivation novel she'd tossed aside after a few chapters.

And her identity? A cannon fodder character destined for misery.

In the story, Qin Zhao was a scapegoat, a stand-in for her half-sister, the novel's protagonist, Qin Yun. By the time the truth was revealed, she was cast out of her sect, stripped of her spiritual roots, and ultimately turned into a cultivation furnace—dying a slow, agonizing death But none of that mattered now.

Qin Zhao's trembling hands gripped something tightly. Looking down, she found a black, jagged fragment pulsing faintly in her palm.

"This… is the Heaven's Reversal Scroll?" Her heart raced.

In the novel, this mystical artifact was the ultimate treasure, capable of rewriting destiny itself. The protagonist acquired it after years of trials, but somehow, it had landed in Qin Zhao's hands now.

A voice resonated in her mind, cold and foreboding:

"The Contract is sealed. The Reversal begins."

The next moment, the thunderclouds above seemed to react, the crackling lightning bolts retreating from her and striking the base of the mountain instead. Qin Zhao stared in disbelief, clutching the fragment to her chest.

"This time, I'm not playing by the rules," she muttered, her eyes sharp with determination.