The room was lavishly decorated.

The petite cherry-haired girl lay on the soft bed, her heart a whirlwind of emotions.

Mulan was deeply saddened.

The shock of transforming from a macho man into a girl still hadn’t fully sunk in.

Now she faced yet another humiliation: defiance from a subordinate.

She’d become leader of a major power—yet one follower refused to obey.

Such a future felt utterly bleak.

Worse, Mulan lacked the strength to change it.

True invincibility required time to grow.

Masterminding victories from the shadows? Pure fantasy.

Mulan clenched her molars, golden eyes blazing with defiant fire.

“Just wait! This setback won’t break me. I *will* become invincible!!”

Just then, the door opened.

A stunning black-haired, crimson-eyed girl stepped into view.

*There she was!*

The insolent woman who dared defy her superior!

Mirophiel’s gaze settled on her, a hint of amusement flickering in those red eyes—clearly pleased with Mulan’s state.

“Hmm~ Seems you’ve got spirit.”

Mulan gritted her teeth.

“Mirophiel! By my authority as leader, send me back to the Starplucking Hall—*now*!”

She didn’t expect obedience.

If she could just reach the Hall and reunite with her other seven subordinates, she’d stabilize her growth.

Mirophiel was the wildcard.

Too strong to control.

Mulan would’ve been grateful if this terrifying witch simply stayed out of her way.

“Do you still not grasp your situation?”

Mirophiel glided forward, lace-gloved fingers gently tracing Mulan’s porcelain cheek.

“My dear Starplucking Princess… until you grow strong enough to defeat me, you hold no right to command me. For now? *You* obey *me*.”

Mulan bristled.

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I, Mulan, will *never* be enslaved!”

Relying on others in her old world’s harsh reality? Fine.

But here—amidst a bright new future? Never!

Mulan would never make such a humiliating choice.

Unfazed by the petite girl’s fury, Mirophiel moved behind her. Warm fingers skimmed Mulan’s delicate collarbone; a faint, sweet fragrance drifted close.

“I’d never treat you as a servant. You *are* my Starplucking Princess—that truth never changes. Caring for you and guiding your growth is my duty. But until then… you follow my lead. Reasonable, no?”

Mulan’s bluster softened, but pride kept her chin high.

“Hmph. Others could train me too.”

“None are stronger than I. They cannot forge a *true* Starplucking Princess.”

Mulan’s defiance meant nothing to her.

“A proper Princess doesn’t sulk. Now—your name.”

“I am Mulan. Remember it.”

*She would not submit.*

Endure. Grow. Surpass this arrogant woman—*someday*.

“Then, little Mulan… hungry? I can prepare a lavish feast.”

Mulan shot her a fiercely cute glare.

“Don’t add that embarrassing prefix!”

“Understood, little Mulan.”

“Hmph! Y-you—you utterly insolent person!”

Mulan fumed, utterly exasperated.

...

[Scene shift.]

The newly reborn Starplucking Princess channeled grief into appetite.

She shoveled otherworldly delicacies into her mouth like a frantic hamster.

Mulan had always been a foodie.

Delicious food? Instant mood boost.

What was the point of another world without its cuisine? Might as well be a lazybones.

Mirophiel’s feast *was* delicious.

*Fine.* She’d temporarily forgive the insolence.

“Hmm~”

A faint smile touched Mirophiel’s lips.

*So obvious.* The new Princess had quite the appetite.

She crossed her legs elegantly toward Mulan.

The tantalizing gap between short skirt and white thigh-highs radiated allure.

“Mmm…”

Mulan stole a sideways glance.

Her lecherous instincts had stubbornly survived the transformation.

No ordinary woman compared to *this* vision.

Mulan had to admit it: Mirophiel outshone every woman she’d ever seen—even TV celebrities.

Noticing the stare, Mirophiel’s delight flickered.

*Even a newborn Princess isn’t immune.*

“Enjoying the view?”

“Hmph.”

Mulan looked away and kept eating.

After the meal, Mirophiel escorted her back to the room and handed her several books.

“Wherever you’re from, as the new Starplucking Princess, you must learn the basics. Study these well.”

With that, she turned and left with graceful poise.

Only once the “insolent woman” was truly gone did Mulan open the books.

The mysterious girl who sent her here gave no world details.

Knowledge now depended on her alone.

“Guess I’ll just grow slowly…”

This world’s power flowed through magic and swordsmanship.

Strength was ranked simply: Star Tier, Moon Tier, Sun Tier.

Each held three realms:

Starlight, Starbright, Starfall.

Moon Crescent, Moonlight, Moonfall.

Sun Eclipse, Sun Corona, Sunshatter.

*Mulan sighed.* Levels one through nine would’ve been clearer.

Then—she froze.

The book detailed the *Plunder Witch*.

Her rank? **Sunshatter**.

Mulan’s vision went dark.

“Gah! So strong! I can’t take this anymore!”

Worse: the entry chronicled Mirophiel’s exploits.

Factions here were tangled webs—humans, non-humans, all entangled.

The Plunder Witch had offended nearly every major human power.

She spared no race.

Anything she desired? Seized by overwhelming force.

Hence the name.

Her origins? Unknown.

Only that she hailed from the Starplucking Court—a shadow of terror draped over all life.

Unimaginably powerful.

Any faction that crossed them? Erased overnight.

Terror. Tyranny. Malevolence. Plunder.

That was the Court.

Countless lives lived in fear.

Mulan closed the book, face blank.

“Damn it! Why is my ‘backing’ a total villain?!”

...

[Scene shift.]

Inside the magical workshop, Mirophiel deciphered the mysteries buried in Mulan’s soul.

To guide the Princess’s growth, she needed to understand her potential.

Her magic could transmute a soul into incantations.

Decipher them—uncover the soul’s essence.

But Mulan’s incantations were staggeringly vast.

Since last night, only four words emerged:

*Bloodline Absorption. Tracing the Source. Soul’s Choice. Ultimate Regression.*

“Hmm~” Mirophiel’s lips curved.

“How… intriguing.”