The Undercover Goddess Can Still Save the World

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As the Holy Maiden of Nam Cương, I am a genuine, certified good-for-nothing. To "temper" me, my mother waved a hand and booted me down the mountain. While running for my tiny life, I had to go work as a mole for the righteous sects. But those righteous types are seriously sadistic—one wrong move and out come the swords. Every time I run into them, I cry and fling gu worms at them nonstop: "Aaaah, don't kill meeee!" The gu worms in my box zip out, circle a few times, then obediently fly back. And the box is still crammed full. Staring at those ugly little bugs, I feel even more like collapsing: "Mother, I don't want to raise these things anymore... can't I just abandon them..."