a girl seemingly in her teen can be seen sprawled on the ice cold ground of an unknown alley, dressed in a black simple robe that has creases and damages in some places. if someone is to come here now, they will see that the girl on the ground is no longer breathing and her entire body has begun stiffening. time passed slowly, when night descended, the girl’s fingers twitched slightly almost like an illusion but, after a while, the girl’s entire hand trembled and a little while later, her delicate brows wrinkled gently and a pair of tightly shut eyes suddenly opened revealing a black like ink dazzling pupils that seems able to see through anyone at a glance.
she looked at the sky from where she is and after a long time, she felt her body slowly warming up so, she changed into a sitting position by slowly crawling up from the ground where she was lying on, she sat with her back to the wall and immediately coughed out blood that was blocking her chest from breathing properly.
she looked at her surrounding, her manner, calm and indifferent, she stretched out her hands and looked at her young and youthful appearance, “ha….” she chuckled then, she suddenly burst into a fit of bright laughter, “ha ha ha…..” the sound was clear but tinged with arrogance and pride. After a while she sighed silently then she suddenly sneered in amusement when she remembered something saying to herself, “when do I Nefertiti have to bow to rats?” the temperament of an ultimate queen who overlooks everything emerged from her bones
“No talent for cultivation? I will make you see; I hope you people will open your dog eyes then” she continued saying to herself
How can she be resigned to being a little mortal girl after all the effort she has put in to get reincarnated with all her memories without going through the reincarnation circle
She will definitely reign over this world as the ultimate lord and queen but before that, she has to do something about this innate poison that is hiding inside her body and the same one that prevented the former owner and is going to prevent her from cultivating if she doesn’t deal with it. her namesake has been poisoned with a colourless and odourless poison that is geared to block her meridians thus disallowing her from either becoming a cultivator or a martial artist but, who is she? she is Nefertiti who has been staying in the vicious harem all her life and playing with poison so, how can se not recognise one when she sees it? although she doesn’t know the name of the poison, she already has a plan for curing it so, the only thing left now, is the herb.
Looking at the two full moons which is very different from where she came from, this is really the testament that she made it, her ancient dead spell succeeded and the only thing to do now is to find the necessary herbs which she doesn’t have now but since she has the memories of the previous owner, she just knows where to get the herb even as a mortal.
Nefertiti stood up using the wall as a support while enduring the pain and swearing to pay back those people who abused her to this state.
Nefertiti removed her hands from the wall that was supporting her and tried to breathe pass through the pain and finally stabilized herself, I have to hurry up” she said to herself while standing with her head up high and back straight, she started walking slowly but with assured steps of someone who has a mission to complete.
After a while of walking, she came out of the alley and looked around and used her acquired memories to search if she knows the area which seems she does which eased her little remaining uneasiness. it seems her memories of being the little errant servant girl of the sect who was saved by the sect head and when it was found out that she can’t cultivate, he threw her away has become of use. the memories of what she needs is in the back mountain of the sect which she now considers dead to her but she can’t just return or let those who knows her see herself when she is already confirmed dead by now so the only thing left to do is to follow the unknown path, she found by mistake last year due to her curiosity and which lead her to find the mystic realm map which is considered a fortuitous encounter but due to fear, the previous owner burned the map after memorizing the content.
Nefertiti sighed to herself, “at least she knows that owning a treasure without strength is death which preserved her life until now” ‘but, in the end, she still died. Oh well, now I am here and all revenge can be taken by me to help her in passing’ thought Nefertiti.
She slowly walked on the deserted street, heading towards the hidden path she thought of earlier when she suddenly heard someone talking to her, Nefertiti got startled since she didn’t even feel the person near herself at all.
She turned and saw a man wearing white robe and sitting on a white horse that contrasted against his long black hair which is held secured by a hairpin , he stretched his hands towards her like a prince charming coming to her rescue while saying, “miss, can I help you?”
Nefertiti was stunned due to his peerless appearance and gentle temperament that seems the gods has especially set aside time just to carve him, she stood still frozen unable to move due to her first time seeing this type of man but soon after, the fog in her mind retreated and she immediately became angry, ‘since when does she have to fall over for a man?’ she has escaped from both gods and demons just to come to this world that is full of chaos and power means everything, ‘it is men who have to bow to this queen and never the other way!’
The man on the horse sat still with his stretched hands that he held towards her looking at the girl who was frozen to unfrozen still looking unfazed and his gentle smile still 0n and not dwindling after not receiving any response from her for a long time then, he suddenly saw her lifting the corner of her bruised lips upward in a curve that resembles a smile but not smile while saying, “what a gentlemanly man of good nature” in a sweet hoarse but cracked voice and his lips twitched helplessly while retracting his hands since he understands what she means by those words, a sarcasm filled word, he, the very first time he stretched his hands to help someone, he was called ‘a crook, a pervert’ by a little mortal girl which seems amusing, really.
Seeing him not reacting after sometime, Nefertiti sneered at him in disdain, ‘since when does she needs a prince charming on a white horse to come rescue her? and so what if his appearance is peerless? many men has bowed under her, Nefertiti’s skirt for her devastating beauty, wisdom and strength, when does she ever need to fall head over heels for just a thing called a man? after she gains power in this world, she can have it all, everything and she will!” she thought while contempt emerged from her eyes, she abruptly turned and ambled away while showing her back to the man to signify her disdain in full for his trying to pick her up using that type of backwater skill
