Fantasy: I'm Really Not A Supreme Master! - Chapter 944 - 853: My Master is Too Strong

Commandery Princess Gu Shengyin of Qinghe had died.Her beauty eclipsed Jinghua, and her talents were renowned throughout the world, yet she lost to a woman inferior to her in every aspect.It wasn't until after her death that Gu Shengyin realized she was nothing more than the protagonist of a supporting character's counterattack story, doomed to be cannon fodder for a transmigrated lady……In the pure white space, Gu Shengyin emotionlessly received the memories transmitted to her by the System…...System: “In this day and age, the supporting character must turn over a new leaf, the cannon fodder must counterattack, and the extras must make their presence felt. As the female lead, you are their biggest obstacle.”Gu Shengyin's eyes glinted with cold light. Her smile was stunningly beautiful. “Then let's see: Who, indeed, should be the stumbling block that gets kicked away, and who, in the end, will be the ultimate winner!”Those supporting characters and cannon fodders who wish to eliminate the female lead and rise to the top, have you thought about how you want to die?This story is a sweet romance, 1V1.

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.

Beatty, a weak squirrel shapeshifter who was born into a lion family. Because of that, I lived my life being ab*sed at my aunt’s house in the Capital. When I told my only friend and fiancé, the Second Prince, that I would leave to achieve my dream, ‘Ritter, you bastard…!’ I died on his fangs. I opened my eyes again to my childhood, the time before I got myself involved with the Second Prince. At times like this, what do you need? Speed. I immediately withdrew my body only and ran away to the territory of my biological father, the Lion Duke. Though I won’t be welcomed, if I possess this one great secret that will only be discovered in the future, I won’t get kicked ou— “Welcome, Young Miss!” “OMG! When did you grow up like this…?” “Young Miss is walking with those two cute feet!” … Huh? Why am I welcomed like this? No way, is that my statue?