Reborn into an excessively derivative Tokyo urban supernatural game, Natsuba Hanae gradually realizes she’s the second daughter of the Natsuba conglomerate from the original story. She’s that character: stunningly beautiful, utterly useless in combat, the ultimate flower vase. And a sacrificial lamb, destined to marry a fifty-year-old geezer upon reaching adulthood!

To save herself, Natsuba Hanae rises up in defiance, embracing her villainous side, and laying down schemes from a young age.

However, the limitations of having no supernatural abilities are too great. Just when she feels overwhelmed and powerless…

A cheat she created for this very game in her past life appears in her mind.

Natsuba Hanae: “Yessss!!”

[Thousand Faces Simulator Activated]

[You can now role-play as yokai, gods, and more]

[You have drawn the A-rank role-playing template – Ubume!]

[Upon meeting certain conditions, Ubume will evolve into the S-rank template Nine-Headed Bird!]

[Condition 1: Become the mother of one hundred girls]

Natsuba Hanae: “…”

How am I supposed to do that? Give birth to them?

Returning with alien black technology, transformed into a clumsy and adorable girl, what will she do? Realistic artificial intelligence? An operating system that crushes Apple, Android, and Microsoft? A game console that blows Nintendo, Sony, and Microsoft Xbox out of the water? Games that surpass LoL, Warcraft, Skyrim, Scavenger 4, and Gwent 3? Real-time animation and movie rendering, holographic stealth virtual reality games, and the ability to build all-powerful robots? Seems like she's getting a bit carried away. Her body is far too weak. While eating and walking are fine, she needs her older sister's help with dressing and bathing. She easily faints after studying for long periods, and when she sleeps, she needs to put a sign on her desk: "I'm sleeping, not unconscious, don't take me to the hospital." So, she'll start with basic self-care... Author's QQ group: 346254071

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“My name is Luo Ling.”

“I’m just an ordinary high school student.”

“I always thought so, until one day… I got sick.”

“After getting sick, the world seemed to become a little different…”

The girl muttered to herself, standing before a grotesque being that was only half there. In her hand, she held the other half of the grotesque being, slowly bringing it to her mouth.

Grotesque beings disguised as humans are running rampant, flesh-eating demons cry out in anguish, and a mournful songstress chants softly, awakening something dormant in the void.

“No one can escape this.”

“No… one.”