Inside the Starplucking Hall, hidden within a different dimension.
Eerie gray-white candle flames blazed along both walls of the hall.
Eight thrones, each representing a major voice of authority, stood on either side. Every one of them was occupied by a powerful, mysterious figure.
The atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive.
Above the other thrones, at the center, sat the main seat that symbolized supreme authority.
Only the leader of the Starplucking Court was qualified to touch that highest throne.
No one else could even approach it.
That was an absolute rule.
The moment anyone sat upon that seat, it meant absolute terror would follow.
For hundreds of years, this crucial throne had never acknowledged a single master.
But today, the dreaded Starplucking Court had finally welcomed its leader.
A petite girl leaned against the supreme throne.
Her cherry-colored long hair draped over her shoulders like a waterfall, spilling down both armrests.
Her delicate face still carried a trace of childishness, yet already held the beauty of one who could topple nations. It was enough to make anyone marvel at the creator’s craftsmanship.
Her golden eyes stared straight ahead, dim and lifeless.
Quiet. Deep.
Mulan, a transmigrator who had been ruthlessly screwed over, and also the current Princess of the Starplucking Court.
Right now, her mind was a little numb. She didn’t even know how to describe what she was feeling.
The flood of information in her head quickly helped her understand her current situation.
The good news.
She was alive again.
The bad news.
She’d turned into a girl.
The moment Mulan realized that, she wanted to smash herself to death on the spot.
Personal preferences?
A delicate appearance?
So it wasn’t even based on a male body to begin with?!
Why the hell had she turned into a loli?
Damn it!
Mulan’s mentality exploded all over again.
The hall was silent.
No one spoke.
The calamity-class powerhouses of the Starplucking Court sat upon the eight thrones, all staring at the petite girl on the main seat.
That was the supreme leader they were meant to respect from now on.
Something about this scene felt a little off.
"...Sigh."
Mulan let out a soft sigh.
A gloomy emotion showed in her golden eyes.
She was thinking about the dark future of her life.
This new life in another world might not be a trash game.
But one thing was certain.
Actually living through it was probably going to feel awful.
Being some overpowered male protagonist was definitely out.
Even becoming a female version felt a bit off.
Mulan focused and observed the situation around her.
This was the backing that mysterious girl had arranged for her.
As for her identity, she was the supreme leader of this faction.
Apparently, she was the new Starplucking Princess.
These subordinates were all incredibly powerful. They were calamity stars conquered by the previous Starplucking Princess through strength and charisma, and from now on, they were supposed to obey her.
That was what the information in her mind told her.
Mulan put on a calm front and said nothing as she observed the figure closest to her.
A tall girl sat elegantly upon her throne.
Her noble dress concealed the seductive charm of her perfect figure.
Beneath the short skirt, her white silk-clad legs traced graceful lines, forming a heart-stirring absolute territory.
Her black hair was dark as night. Her breathtaking face carried the alluring danger of a femme fatale.
Her blood-red eyes fixed on the petite girl on the main throne with a teasing look. Her presence was strange, yet noble.
The Plunder Witch, Mirophiel. The representative of the Calamity of Plunder.
She was the strongest calamity star in the Starplucking Court.
In terms of raw power alone, she ranked among the very strongest in the entire other world.
Mirophiel stared at the mysterious girl on the throne. Teasing curiosity welled up in her crimson eyes.
"Heh~ I never doubted that whoever sat on that seat would become our leader. But to think the new Starplucking Princess would be such a cute little girl. That really is unexpected."
Mulan: "..."
The information in her head told her this girl called the Plunder Witch was absolutely not someone to mess with.
Even as the leader of this faction, she couldn’t get cocky.
The good news.
Most of the calamity stars present were willing to obey her commands.
The bad news.
The strongest one wouldn’t follow so blindly.
The Plunder Witch, Mirophiel, might openly defy her superior.
She was so screwed!
Mirophiel slowly rose to her feet and walked up to Mulan with elegant steps. Then she lifted Mulan’s chin with one finger.
"My, my, how adorable. So then, our Starplucking Princess, what exactly can you use to make me obey you? I don’t take orders from the weak."
Mulan stayed silent, still digesting the information in her head.
Mirophiel had a very domineering personality.
She only obeyed the strong.
The previous Starplucking Princess had only made her submit by utterly overpowering her in battle.
And now?
Mulan felt the power inside her body and fell into speechless silence.
The good news.
That mysterious girl really had given her the power to solve this problem.
The bad news.
That power probably needed time to grow.
She was doomed.
"...I need a little time before I can become a qualified leader."
A trace of regret rose in Mulan’s heart.
What kind of opening was this, mixing a trash start with a god-tier setup?
She’d been scammed.
"Heh~"
Mirophiel curled her lips into an amused smile. Her crimson eyes narrowed slightly, and her slender hand in a black lace glove gently stroked Mulan’s pale cheek.
"So that means you still aren’t strong enough to defeat me, is that it?"
"Uh..."
Mulan felt like crying inside.
A subordinate who might rebel like this no matter how you looked at it was a complete nightmare of a starting scenario.
At this point, she could only accept it.
So what if she’d turned into a loli?
Her soul was still that of a proud, towering man.
At worst, she’d just have to endure humiliation for now.
"In that case."
At that moment, Mirophiel gently lifted Mulan from the throne.
With such a petite body and feather-light weight, it took no effort at all.
A faint hint of delight and amusement surfaced in Mirophiel’s eyes.
"Until you have enough power, I’ll take care of you. The Starplucking Court doesn’t need your leadership just yet, does it? Isn’t that right, our weak, pitiful, helpless Starplucking Princess?"
Mulan’s lips twitched nonstop.
How humiliating.
This was way too humiliating.
A dignified manly soul, and she was being lifted so easily by such a young girl.
How was she supposed to endure this?!
Mulan clenched her teeth and glared furiously at Mirophiel.
"Mirophiel, this is insubordination. You’re being extremely disrespectful to me!"
"Hm? Does a leader that weak really need my respect? The previous Starplucking Princess beat me up for ten whole years before I obediently followed her. So what exactly do you have that could make me offer you my highest loyalty?"
Mulan felt utterly stifled.
What was she supposed to use to conquer her?
Act cute?
"Just put me down already. I don’t like being carried around!"
"Nope~"
Smiling, Mirophiel shifted Mulan to her waist and tucked her under one arm with one hand. With the other, she raised her hand above her head and cast a spell.
Mulan’s eyes widened in horror.
Crap! It’s magic! Somebody save me!
The next second, Mulan was taken away by Mirophiel without so much as a by-your-leave.
The calamity star powerhouses present were left speechless.
"Isn’t this a bit much?"
"Mirophiel is being far too presumptuous."
"To be fair, the new Starplucking Princess still isn’t mature enough. She really isn’t fit to lead us yet."
"I did want to save the Starplucking Princess to show my loyalty, but even if all seven of us attacked together, we probably still couldn’t beat that woman."
"Relax. Mirophiel knows where the line is. She won’t harm the new Starplucking Princess."
"That may be true, but what does the Starplucking Princess herself think about all this?"
The other seven could only pray that Mulan wouldn’t get bullied too badly by Mirophiel.
