by SpitefulRoots
Wei Liang survived fifteen years of corporate overtime, three apartment moves, and one particularly aggressive performance review. Then she died at her desk and woke up as a bluebell in a cursed crater. She is not pleased. The crater is toxic. The soil is terrible. Something ancient and wrong lives in the center. And a junior cultivator just tried to pick her. She has no cultivation manual. No system. No plan. What she does have is fifteen years of keeping tomatoes alive in a north-facing apartment and a truly unreasonable amount of spite. It will have to be enough. ---
| # | Title | Words |
|---|---|---|
| 0 | In Which I Die, Become a Flower, and Have an Absolutely Terrible Morning | 0 |
| 1 | In Which I Discover Murder Is Apparently a Growth Strategy | 0 |
| 2 | In Which I Absolutely Do Not Start a Restoration Project | 0 |
| 3 | In Which I Am Not Ready for Visitors | 0 |
| 4 | In Which Territory Becomes Complicated | 0 |
| 5 | In Which Everything Proceeds According To A Plan I Did Not Make | 0 |
| 6 | In Which I Am Picked And Have Opinions About It | 0 |
| 7 | In Which My Territory Has A Meeting Without Me | 0 |
| 8 | In Which The Investigator Returns And I Have No Protocol For This Either | 0 |
| 9 | In Which I Open Something I Cannot Close | 0 |
| 10 | In Which The Substrate Is Investigated Thoroughly And Some Things Happen That Are Not Relevant | 0 |
| 11 | In Which The Territory Holds And I Am Not Examining Why | 0 |
| 12 | In Which I Follow A Worm Underground And Do Not Examine What I Find There | 0 |
| 13 | In Which An Inspector Arrives And Does Not Inspect | 0 |
| 14 | In Which I Read The Ground And Have Feelings About What I Find There | 0 |
| 15 | In Which The Number Changes And The Circuit Continues | 0 |
| 16 | In Which I Examine The Timeline And Continue Anyway | 0 |
