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In an AI-matched world,my 99.99%partner turns out to be the Empire’s strongest— a white cat Marshal.
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A post-apocalyptic powerhouse transmigrates to the interstellar era, becoming a disowned fake heiress. Once a double-S tier psychic with S-tier physique, they fell to D and F levels after a venomous insect poisoning on the battlefield, where they fought on behalf of another. Barely surviving, they returned home to find contempt from family, schemes from bystanders, and betrayal by their fiancé. Leaving the family in fury, they were ambushed by assassins but retaliated to eliminate them. Escape was swift, resources scavenged. Ruined? Never. Their latent psychic powers ensured self-preservation. Though the venom required a double-S antidote worth billions and crafted only by elite alchemists, they resolved instead to make their own fortune. If alchemists were so lucrative, they’d become one. Coincidentally, the new body possessed dormant alchemy abilities, unveiling their immense talent over time. While obsessively refining potions and earning wealth, their AI informed them of a sudden marriage— to the Marshal who once saved this body on the battlefield. That same day, a snow-white "little cat" mysteriously appeared in their home.
