Cultivation Cannon Fodder

Han Su’s favorite pastime was reading novels. Two years out of college, her job was unremarkable, her income average, and she spent every day in front of a computer from dawn till dusk. What she had most was time. As someone who’d always preferred staying at home, she was more than content with this arrangement. Nothing else mattered—as long as she could read novels. After sampling every genre, Han Su became obsessed with cultivation stories. They were endlessly inventive, with new themes appearing every day. Recently, she’d been absorbed in a novel about a female supporting character rising against the odds in a cultivation world.

The protagonist was a second-generation cultivator who had been reborn. In her previous life, she’d wasted her days fighting a transmigrated commoner for a man, only to end up dead and forgotten. Reborn, she vowed to reclaim everything she’d lost, looking down on her rival with an air of superiority. But the transmigrated girl’s luck was too strong, and soon she seemed poised to surpass the protagonist. The protagonist struggled in confusion and doubt, while the rival used every means at her disposal. The intense battles, both open and hidden, left Han Su unable to tear herself away—cheering for the protagonist one moment, and rooting for the rival the next.

Until… one day, she awoke to find herself transformed into a mere background character in the novel.

It was a radiant afternoon, with the breeze gently brushing her cheek and the scent of medicinal herbs tickling her nose. Her whole body felt hot and sweaty. Instinctively