Chapter 1: Transmigration To Novel
A bone-crushing pain hit Ni Mengxue, causing her to let out a soft groan.
Even before she could wake up, the sour smell of black mold mixed with the sharp stench of human waste assaulted her nose.
Her eyes opened in disbelief as she surveyed her surroundings.
Why was she in a damp room that looked on the verge of collapsing and emitting a sour smell? Wasn’t she dead?
And from where was that loud chattering voice coming from?
Soon, however, everything became clear to her, as a wave of memories hit her hard.
"What the hell... I have been transmigrated as cannon fodder in an apocalypse novel?"
The novel’s name was ’Living Blissfully In Apocalypse With My Luck.’
The original female lead, Su Yao, was reborn 3 months before the apocalypse and hoarded enough to last a lifetime; then she reunited with her three husbands and took revenge on all of her enemies.
Ni Mengxue, from the book, was the cousin of Su Yao. In Su Yao’s first life, Ni Mengxue had abandoned Su Yao and lived a peaceful life by marrying a few successful husbands.
After Su Yao was reborn, the first thing she did was snatch away all those husbands by foiling each of Ni Mengxue’s plans.
Feeling guilty, she compensated with a few of ’promising’ husbands.
Of course... all those husbands were nothing but side villains and had a dark history.
Su Yao, on the other hand, thrived with the supplies. She even reached the pinnacle of her life by building a base called Burning Star.
"Sigh... really? When I talked about the next life... I was kidding. Heavens... was there really a need to take my words so seriously?"
Knock! Knock!
"Mengxue? Are you awake? Come out! Otherwise, your husband will be beaten to death by the Women Protection Association and sent to the frontline!"
Ni Mengxue was speechless
With difficulty, she walked up to the door and pushed it open. Standing outside was a middle-aged woman wearing patched clothes; her unkempt black hair was tied into a messy bun.
From the memories of the original owner, she remembered that this woman was Ruo Chiwu. She was like a nanny who had practically raised Mengxue since birth.
"Mengxue! Let’s go. Why are you standing there like a statue? You are truly not planning to let your husband die, do you?" Ruo Chiwu asked with a bit of panic.
"No...." That was all Mengxue could say before she was dragged outside of her shanty house.
Along the way, Ni Mengxue noticed many individuals dressed in ragged clothes, with slight dirt on their faces, their eyes filled with exhaustion and despair.
A young man was limping, his eyes warily watching others, while his hand was desperately trying to protect the moldy bun.
Another middle-aged woman was crying... maybe from losing the main pillar of her house. However, no one stopped to sympathize... all of them looked pretty numb, like it was a daily occurrence.
The pungent, bitter smell of bodies assaulted Ni Mengxue’s nose; her eyes, however, were trained on a few dead bodies that had flies circling around them.
Maybe they all had died from hunger. She saw a few patrolling guards who were laughing while leering at a few women.
Before she could observe more, they reached a crowd who were whispering while pointing in the center; all of them looked excited as if they were seeing some television show.
Ni Mengxue followed their gaze, but due to her small stature, nothing was visible.
"Hey! Ni Mengxue is here!" Someone shouted with a tone full of mockery.
In an instant, the crowd parted ways, and Ni Mengxue finally saw a man covered in thick crimson blood lying on the floor.
Due to the dirt mixed with blood, making out his face was impossible; however, from his broad shoulders, long legs, and toned muscles, one could imagine how powerful he was.
"Lu Yucai..." Ni Mengxue’s pupil dilated.
She wasn’t seeing things, was she? How can the general from her previous life be here?
Before Ni Mengxue could react, she saw a whip swung in Lu Yucai’s direction. Her body reacted faster than her mind; she broke free from Ruo Chiwu’s grasp.
The next second, the crowd saw a strange scene. Ni Mengxue, known for resenting her husbands, held the barbed whip with her bare hands... just to protect her husband!
"Oh my! Are we seeing things? Ni Mengxue is protecting her husband?"
"Maybe she is an imposter? Or maybe she knows that once Lu Yucai dies no one will look after her?"
Just as the whispering reached its peak, they saw Ni Mengxue roar, "Who the hell gave you the right to harm him!"
Her icy aura and coldness instantly made the attacker named Feng Lian scared. Yet she stood her ground and shouted, "Ni Mengxue, if your husband had refused to serve you, it’s only right for him to suffer!"
Ni Mengxue gave a cold laugh; ignoring the pain in her hands, she tried to flip this woman using the barbed whip. However, to her dismay, she realized her current body was too weak!
"Mengxue, don’t be ungrateful. I am doing this for your own good!" Feng Lian was worried that Ni Mengxue would press this matter to the end and would know the truth.
"That still doesn’t give you the permission to beat my husband. I will file a complaint against you." Ni Mengxue flung away the barbed whip and winced when she felt the throbbing pain in her hand.
Her heart ached at the thought of how much Lu Yucai had suffered. And it was at this moment that she realized the gravity of her situation.
She had landed in the era of scarcity, where she and her close people could be toyed with. No humanity has been left, and those in power could blatantly abuse it.
"You dare! Mengxue, you had filed the complaint! I was only doling out the due punishment," Feng Lian quickly retorted. She regretted taking revenge on behalf of Gu Lin, who felt embarrassed after getting rejected by Lu Yucai.