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After losing her parents and her legs in a car accident, Lan Qingyou was left confined to a bed, just waiting to die. Instead, she was forcibly transmigrated into a savage alternate world ravaged by wild magic, forced to struggle for survival. Struggle for survival? As if. Even though she started the game with a measly E-Rank talent and a humble tree-hole shelter, Lan Qingyou didn't lose heart. She learned alchemy, cultivated magical herbs, and crafted golems, ruthlessly absorbing every ounce of useful knowledge this world had to offer. Her talent is garbage? Then she’ll just invent the and upgrade it herself. The upper limit of the human race is too low? Then she’ll develop the and simply stop being human. The others: "Your potions are too expensive! This is price gouging! It's highway robbery!" Lan Qingyou: "Buy it if you want. If not, get lost." Someone indignant: "What gives you the right to sit atop your High Tower of Alchemy, looking down at us while we desperately struggle to survive?!" Lan Qingyou: "My potions are SSS-Rank. My golems are SSS-Rank. The fact that you can even buy my medicine is already my mercy. You should be saying 'thank you'." A Tarot card representing 'Destruction'. A card that bodes ill, whether drawn upright or reversed.