The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Crossing Interstellar

“By the power vested in me by the Empire’s law, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

The bride and groom, whose marriage had just become effective, both fell to the ground, unconscious.

Nian Shutong felt a pain at the back of her head and quickly sorted through her memories.

When her Tribulation had failed, a “Farming System” had taken her across to the “interstellar.”

These words, individually and together, made no sense to her.

Now, she was a person of no physical ability and mental strength, expelled by the Nian Family, set to inherit a Wasted Planet–Blue Star–left by her foster parents after their death.

According to Empire law, one must marry to become a Planet Master, so the Nian Family found a sickly person somewhere for them to marry.

As the marriage took effect, one of the sickly individuals died immediately, and the other died of a heart condition.

“Oh… too late.” This was Nian Shutong’s first thought; a bit earlier and she could have refused the marriage.

Now she had to figure out how to kill… no! get rid of the groom, troublesome.

Nian Shutong looked towards the other person lying on the ground, the sickly groom.

Why is it a woman! Could it be that she herself is a man?

No, the memories Nian Shutong inherited indicated she was a woman, and an ugly one despised by others.

At this moment, Fu Yunhe also opened his eyes; he, the esteemed First Commander of the Empire, had been betrayed by his own people on the Insect Clan Battlefield and died.

Now, he had reanimated in the body of a sickly groom and hadn’t even had the chance to sort through his memories before he found himself gasping for air.

“Cough, cough, cough…” Fu Yunhe couldn’t help coughing as he woke up, followed by violent breathing, his breaths as fast as inflating a balloon per second.

The restless breathing made the four indifferent people beside him lower their heads.

“Not dead?”

“This one’s not dead either.”

The tone was unmistakably disdainful, even carrying an impulse to stomp with their feet.

Nian Shutong sorted through her memories and slowly stood up with some calculations in her mind.

“Sorry to disappoint everyone,” Nian Shutong bowed, her behavior slightly strange.

The three people standing and the Holy Father presiding over the wedding all watched Nian Shutong.

One of them, losing patience, spoke up, “Nian Shutong, since you are fine, please leave soon. You were never a Nian Family member, and you have no right to the Nian Family’s resources.”

“Correct! You are now married. Inherit your planet and leave the Nian Family.”

Nian Shutong didn’t actually want to stay in this so-called Nian Family, even though it was a prominent family with no worries about food or drink. She didn’t like it.

Her core had been changed; she was totally different from the original host and would be exposed sooner or later, so she actually preferred inheriting the Blue Star.

However…

Nian Shutong turned to the Holy Father on stage and asked, “Is it possible to get a divorce…like, annulling the marriage?”

The Holy Father looked at Nian Shutong in a sacred and solemn manner saying, “Marriage is not a joke.”

“I’m not joking,” Nian Shutong’s somber face grew stern as she seriously analyzed, “Now that our marriage is effective, I have become a Planet Master. But since we are incompatible, why can’t I ask for a divorce?”

The impatient man standing aside interjected:

“Nian Shutong, don’t cause trouble. After the marriage, once you leave your spiritual imprint on the planet, then you can become the Planet Master.”

In other words, she couldn’t divorce yet.

Nian Shutong’s disappointed expression was unmasked, but perhaps she could divorce in the future.

Still, she privately ridiculed, what kind of absurd rule was this, needing a marriage to become a Planet Master?

Could two people really populate a planet?

She looked down at the groom, or perhaps the bride, who was still busy catching her breath and suddenly asked, bright-eyed:

“What if… I became a widow instead?”

That would be even more perfect than a divorce.