Gu Yuyan looked up at the night sky, which was a deep, starless black, save for a solitary white halo. "Oh heavens, oh author, can we please change the script?" The answer, of course, was a resounding no; there was no room for questions or arguments. Gu Yuyan felt utterly wronged. Other transmigrators were blessed with game-hacking systems, ancient treasures, divine artifacts, and all sorts of advantages. Yet, she, too, had transmigrated, only to find herself with absolutely nothing but her bare hands. "Oh my God," she thought, "handsome men, perfect specimens, six-pack abs that aren't overly bulky..." The mere thought was enough to make her nearly have a nosebleed.