Mahua

# decisive Shen Ran transmigrates to a fantasy world and becomes a disciple of the Empyrean Sword Sect. Problem is, everything about him is ordinary— ordinary talent, ordinary temperament, ordinary life… In this cruel world where cultivation talent determines how far one could go, this means that Shen Ran's future can be seen at a glance. Banished to the servant quarters as a servant disciple, his daily grind is to attend to mundane chores which will go on until he dies of old age a hundred years later. Then he comes across a narrative modification system which makes it possible to rewrite entire lives! An avid reader of online novels in his previous life, Shen Ran relishes the chance to read the narratives of everyone and everything and alter them. The narratives modified by him will become reality! This is the story of how he transforms his ordinary life by editing his narrative and going on to cultivate the Dao, handle calamities, and rule the ages. And he is limited only by his imagination!

For someone who was spending her time leisurely and relaxedly, when she was met with an accident, she didn't feel surprised. But what was unexpected was trasmigrating as a villainess in a novel. But this didn't affect her daily life much except except for trying hard to study well and earn a fortune for her family. Dad: You don't have to work hard, if you can't study well dad will give his companies for you to play with.I have lots of money Mom: Mahua !! Sit with your back straight. You have to behave ladylike. Elder brother: You little devil, what have you done this time.I am not going to help you hide it anymore Little brother:Big sister, big sister...I have brought you your favourite candies. Big sister loves me the most. A certain someone: Why is it getting hard & hard to chase your wife these days.Wifey,, come back , hubby will give you anything.

Mahua has always topped Ancient History. This is not going to help her if the ancient coronation ceremony (?) she has gatecrashed isn't part of a movie shooting. "Who are you?" the extremely displeased hot dude dressed in a towel (a toga?) asks, and somehow her brain processes the answer as the ancient - the ancient language of the Indus Valley - WAIT. Oh, my god, she's four thousand years back in the past. Everyone is still staring at her, waiting for an answer. Mahua sweats, and then makes an impulse decision. "I," she announces, "am a Sacrifice."