Liyue Harbor.
Outside the window, the scorching sun was like fire; it was the height of summer.
But inside, Fang Qiu's hands and feet were ice-cold, her whole body trembling. As she looked at the bronze mirror in front of her, tears almost unworthily spilled from her eyes.
In the mirror was a white-haired woman of graceful figure and ethereal beauty, dressed in moon-white robes, looking as if she were on the verge of tears.
The woman was born extremely beautiful, quiet, and elegant—a sight that invites pity.
Even looking at herself, she couldn't help but feel a sense of compassion.
However, although she looked weak and powerless, within her crimson pupils, there was a faint hint of cold aloofness that kept people a thousand miles away.
A pitiable nature, natural seductiveness, and a demeanor cold as frost; these three contradictory temperaments were perfectly fused within her body.
Faced with such a sickly classical beauty, Fang Qiu wished she could just simp for her right then and there.
If only this classical beauty weren't herself.
Fang Qiu pinched herself hard a few times, leaving red marks on her fair, pretty face, before she finally accepted reality.
That's right.
She had transmigrated.
In her previous life, she was an unremarkable typist who made a living writing web novels.
Finally, heaven rewarded the diligent.
After writing twenty or thirty million words of fiction, her new book finally made it out of the trenches. It secured the website's biggest recommendation, gained three hundred thousand collections before launch, and was ready to soar into the sky.
Just as she was about to reach the peak of life—where launch day meant the birth of a new supreme god author—she stayed up late typing extra chapters and died of sudden cardiac arrest.
She flopped exactly one day before the launch.
Life is just that hard; it wouldn't even let her see the first-day subscription numbers.
Eyes closed, eyes opened, and she was in this world.
However, since she was already here, she had to live on properly.
Speaking of which, it was fate.
This sickly body was also named Fang Qiu, and like her, was also a novelist.
Based on her memories, Fang Qiu gained some understanding of this world.
This world was a continent called Teyvat.
And the nation she was in was called Liyue, a kingdom where humans and gods coexisted, similar to the ancient times of her previous life.
And this ancient nation, which has existed for three thousand seven hundred years, is currently ruled by the Liyue Qixing following the passing of Rex Lapis.
It could be considered peaceful and prosperous.
Aside from gods and the adepti, there existed something called a Vision in this world.
Possessing one meant you didn't have to stop being human to possess power surpassing humanity.
And she happened to have a Cryo attribute Vision.
However, her Vision was different from others'.
Fang Qiu looked at the dim Vision at her waist and fell into silence.
That's right, her Vision was very weak.
According to the predecessor's memories, at best, it could condense an ice pop.
It was fine for relieving the summer heat, but for fighting? She estimated she couldn't even beat a Hydro Slime.
Relying on martial force to make money was out of the question; it seemed she could only rely on her old trade.
Typing!
According to this body's memories, Liyue's novel industry was only in its initial stages of development.
In other words, it was a perfect opportunity for her to display her skills.
The god-tier anime and novels of her previous life could reasonably be localized and sold like hotcakes.
As a transmigrator, leaving such a massive 'Goldfinger' unused would simply be an insult to the title of transmigrator.
Just as Fang Qiu was considering which book to localize as her first step, her stomach suddenly rumbled.
Come to think of it, this body's predecessor seemed not to have eaten for a full day and a half.
So hungry.
As the saying goes, sharpening the axe won't delay the woodcutting work.
Fang Qiu decided to eat something first. However, when she took out her wallet and saw the Mora inside, she couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
Twenty Mora...
Hiss...
Is this bit of money even enough for a bowl of noodles with meat?
Damn it!
This is too poor!
No wonder this body has such a delicate, sickly appearance; it turns out she was just starved.
The Liyue Publishing House pays royalties once a month, and although payday is only a few days away...
According to Fang Qiu's memory, last month's royalties were only a little over a thousand Mora.
This month is presumably about the same.
Is writing novels really a dead end?
Fang Qiu couldn't help but sigh.
But then again, this body is clearly as transcendental and refined as an adeptus, with a cold temperament.
Unexpectedly, she's actually a broke ghost who can't afford to eat.
An iceberg, sand-sculpture, sickly beauty?
Is this the so-called 'gap moe'...
Who would have thought—in her previous life, it was one thing to not afford food because of typing, but in this life, she still couldn't afford food because of typing.
Truly, reality bites.
Just at this moment, a sudden knock sounded on the door.
"Hmm? Who is it?"
Fang Qiu paused.
Although it was a bit sudden, she was in Liyue Harbor after all, and it was broad daylight, so there was nothing to fear.
After tidying her clothes, Fang Qiu opened the door.
Standing outside the door was a beautiful young girl.
The girl wore a black robe with long coattails and mysterious patterns, shorts, short socks, and black shoes. On her head was a black hat, adorned on the side with a bunch of bright red plum blossoms.
A pair of brown twin-tails drifted gently in the wind.
What attracted Fang Qiu's gaze the most were those plum-blossom pupils, adding a few more degrees of otherworldliness to the girl's pretty face.
"Good afternoon! Have you eaten yet?"
The girl waved her hand and spoke with a smile.
Her smile was innocent and brilliant, just like the sunshine outside the door.
"Hu Tao? Why are you here?"
Fang Qiu paused slightly, quickly searching the predecessor's memories for information regarding the girl before her.
Hu Tao, the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, controlling all funeral affairs in Liyue.
She had known Hu Tao for two or three years.
Hu Tao was sixteen, while she was two years older than Hu Tao, eighteen this year.
One was the Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, the other was a typist; they both had bright futures.
"I discussed a few big business deals today and I'm in a good mood. I just happened to pass by your place, so I wanted to invite you out for a meal. Let's celebrate."
Hu Tao gave a 'hei-hei' laugh and said.
"Alright."
Fang Qiu nodded.
In memory, ever since the original body started writing novels, Hu Tao would come to find her every few days.
At first, it was in hopes that she could promote Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's business in her novels.
Later, it turned into giving her financial aid.
Coming over every few days to treat her to a meal.
Although Fang Qiu didn't really want to sponge off her, her body was very honest.
Worst case scenario, she would just sneak in some private goods in her book later and give Wangsheng Funeral Parlor some good publicity.
After locking the doors and windows, Fang Qiu followed Hu Tao out.
Although she had some cognition of Liyue Harbor from the predecessor's memory, walking on the streets of Liyue Harbor was the only way to truly feel its magnificence and prosperity.
Streets and alleys, heavy traffic and busy crowds.
Fang Qiu suddenly had a feeling like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
Along the way, Hu Tao pulled her along, talking incessantly about recent events, mentioning that her 'Hilitune' had recently spread throughout all of Liyue Harbor.
She was now a famous dark alleyway poet.
Fang Qiu responded with a face full of smiles.
Just like that, they arrived at Wanmin Restaurant.
Responsible for hosting them was a girl named Xiangling.
She wore a set of yellow and brown traditional Liyue clothing, had short dark-blue hair and a fair forehead which was currently beading with fine sweat.
At her waist hung a Vision; like the one on Hu Tao's back, it was Pyro.
Like Hu Tao, Xiangling had known Fang Qiu for some time.
And standing at her feet was a mysterious creature resembling a raccoon.
This creature was called Guoba.
It was said to be a pet Xiangling picked up when she was little.
"Hu Tao, Fang Qiu, you came just in time. I researched a new dish, you guys help me taste it."
Xiangling's eyes beamed as she spoke.
"Oh? What new dish?"
Hu Tao's eyes lit up as she asked.
"Jueyun Chili stir-fried with Hydro Slime."
After speaking, Xiangling looked at Hu Tao with eyes full of expectation and slight excitement, asking: "How about it? Doesn't it sound appetizing just hearing the name?"
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