She only knew two languages. One her mother tongue and second is English. Because that's all it needed for a job.
Oh, come on! If God was going to drop me into a Chinese cultivation novel, at least give me a manual or some damn instructions! Cultivation? What the hell is that? For me, cultivation means… you know, plants. The ones you water, watch grow, and then—surprise!—they die after a week because you forgot to water them. That's cultivation, right?
And don't even get me started on the whole cultivation nonsense. In my world, you go up a mountain, sit in one spot for years, pray until you forget how to blink, and maybe—maybe—you get enlightenment or something. That's it. So, no, I don't know what the hell cultivation is supposed to mean in this novel world. I just woke up here like, What? Am I supposed to grow wings or shoot fireballs out of my hands now?
And second—let's talk about this. I'm not even Chinese. So why on Earth would I get dropped into a world that's basically Chinese novel 101? Makes no damn sense! Sure, I read a Chinese novel. Okay, fine, my bad. But guess what? It was translated into English! If the author had the guts to translate it, why not go all the way and make the world English too?
I only know two languages—my mother tongue and English. That's it. That's all you need to get a job, alright? So why the hell am I here in some ancient Chinese cultivation world where I don't even know how to breathe without offending someone?
Grrrr...
She froze. Slowly, ever so slowly, her eyes shifted forward.
Oh.
Oh no.
Because there, in front of her, was not just any problem. No, this was the problem—a massive demon leopard, its glowing red eyes narrowing like it was deciding if she was a snack, a chew toy, or just a waste of effort.
She blinked. It blinked.
Her brain whispered, "Run."
Her legs whispered back, "Nope."
And there they were—Xiaopang, the universe's rejected plot device, and a demon leopard with a very questionable appetite, locked in a staring contest that she was 100% going to lose.
But she couldn't understand This beast was supposed to be Xiaoyu's target! Yet here it was, singling her out while the so-called heroine cowered behind Li Zhenyu, her "Fourth brother."
Divya glanced around and quickly caught on. The other disciples were watching her, their faces twisted in smug amusement.
Ah, so that's it. They're enjoying the show.
But Divya was no ordinary soul.
She wasn't just the reincarnation of a software engineer from a top tech company; she was also a street-smart underground fighter. In her past life, she coded by day and boxed by night. She didn't believe in fate or being anyone's punching bag.
Her fists clenched, but she forced herself to stay calm. Fine. If you want a show, I'll give you one.
She ducked just as the leopard demon swiped again, its claws raking through empty air. The beast roared in frustration, but Ling Miao was already on the move, darting around a tree to buy herself time.
Meanwhile, Xiaoyu made her move. With deliberate grace, she stepped out from behind Li Zhenyu, her red robe fluttering as if in a staged performance. Her delicate hands gripped the hilt of her sword, and she cast a shy, grateful look toward her "protector."
Belgh—ugh, what the actual hell? Here I am, fighting for my life against a damn demon leopard, and these two bastards are standing there, romancing like it's some cheesy love drama no one signed up for. Seriously? Are they trying to make me puke?
Just get lost already! No one wants to see your ridiculous dog love while I'm out here dodging death!
Xiaoyu, of course, decides this is the perfect moment to step forward all dramatic, her sword gleaming like she's the star of the show. She was clearly ready to swoop in for the kill and take all the credit. Typical heroine behavior.
And then—BOOM!
The leopard demon went flying like a ragdoll, crashing into a tree with a loud thud.
Wait, what?
Everything froze. Divya stood there mid-swing, her sword as useless as the shocked expression plastered across her face.
All eyes turned to me. I stood panting, my fist still raised, the ground beneath me cracked from the sheer force of the punch.
What just happened? Did I… did I actually do that?
The leopard demon was dead. Completely dead.
"XIAOPANG! What the hell did you do?!"
Oh great, here comes Li Zhenyu stomping over, veins popping out of his forehead like he's some kind of offended noble. "That was Junior Sister Xiaoyu's kill! How dare you steal it from her?!"
Steal it? Are you kidding me? I just took down a demon leopard with a single punch, and this idiot is yelling about stealing kills?
I looked at Xiaoyu, expecting some sense, but no. Her face was twisted in a mix of outrage and disbelief. She actually looked… betrayed? Like I'd just snatched her favorite hairpin or something.
For a moment, I couldn't even react. This whole situation was so absurd it didn't feel real.
Then, slowly, I felt a smirk tugging at my lips.
If they were so desperate for a villain, fine. I'd be the villain.
Seeing Xiaopang ignoring him, Li Zhenyu's jaw practically hit the floor. How dare this little idiotic fatty ignore me! She used to be his shadow, practically worshipping the ground he walked on. And now? She had the nerve to act like he didn't exist? Oh, this had to be some desperate ploy to grab his attention. Pathetic.
"Xiaopang, have you gone deaf?" he barked, his tone dripping with irritation.
Divya turned around with the slow, deliberate grace of someone who really didn't want to waste their energy.
Her eyes scanned him from head to toe, like she was evaluating whether he was worth her time—or a trash bag.