Mortals will always bother heaven. Not because they're out of options — because it's cooler that way.
Take a man who could've studied law for revenge, but decided to cultivate under a waterfall because it sounded more dramatic. Never mind that courts exist. Never mind that heaven has gods whose entire job is making sure mortals like him never ascend.
That's where Millis comes in. Armed with the authority to bend time, a chipped teacup, and a hundred-kilo sentient dictionary that translates "ancient prophecy" into "attention-seeking behavior," she's been assigned to supervise the idiots — one self proclaimed cultivator at a time.
A comedic xianxia parody about gods with quotas, mortals with main-character syndrome, and one dictionary that's had enough.
📚 A world inspired by Terry Pratchett.
