Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

“I’m so scared, I’m so scared,” Ning Shu kept repeating those words, her tone dark and fearful, making the host’s expression darken.

This was an emotional advice program, not a late-night horror show.

The host almost wanted to say, “If you’re sick, go see a doctor.”

“You’ll definitely find your brother.”

“No…” Ning Shu’s voice suddenly grew louder. “I think they’ve already killed my brother.”

“They’re demons. They won’t let me off. My brother is definitely dead. They killed him!” Ning Shu said in a frenzied voice.

“Please, calm down. Did you just…” escape from a psychiatric hospital?

The host felt like this person had persecutory type delusional disorder.

Ning Shu rambled on, “What should I do? What should I do? Should I save my brother? I’m so scared. What should I do?”

“I heard the old gatekeeper’s radio. You always help people with advice. Can you tell me what to do? I’m about to break down. Please, just tell me what to do, what to do, what to do…”

The Host: … You should take your meds.

The host hadn’t been able to get a word in edgewise. This caller was definitely paranoid.

Ning Shu checked the time and saw she didn’t have much left. She drank some water to moisten her throat, then screamed, “Can’t you just tell me what to do? Do you all want to drive me to my death?”

“Everyone keeps bullying me, just because I collect trash!” Ning Shu started wailing, “I bet you all will even ridicule my corpse after I die!”

“Please calm down. You—” The host hadn’t finished speaking before the call was abruptly cut off.

… Definitely crazy.

Ning Shu calmly hung up the phone and stayed in the phone booth for a while. The entire booth smelled like a mix of rotting food and other unpleasant odors.

She picked up her bag and went to a bathhouse to wash up. After putting on some makeup, she emerged looking completely different.

Then, Ning Shu went back to an internet café to earn some more money.

She only went to black internet cafes where no ID was needed. As long as cash was given, she could use the computers.

As soon as she logged into the game, someone invited her to join a team to grind monsters. They even asked why she hadn’t been online lately.

Ning Shu casually replied that she had been too busy to log in and then joined the team to grind.

Sometimes she got great loot, other times not so much.

As her level rose, many players became curious about her real-life identity. But whenever anyone asked, Ning Shu would give vague, noncommittal answers. ℝᴀɴОΒËŞ

If someone pressed too hard, she’d simply say she was a girl playing as a male character.

When people heard that, they immediately thought of some sleazy guy pretending to be a cute girl to deceive others.

Everyone expressed their disgust.

Ning Shu: …

Am I not a cute girl?

Ning Shu didn’t really care. After all, reality or lies, who could really tell through the internet?

After playing the game, Ning Shu checked the news online to see if anyone had discovered the radio hotline. If no one had, she planned to give them a little nudge.

But she didn’t need to worry. Her “crazy, mentally ill” performance on the phone, with her ghostly wails, had already drawn attention. The things she said naturally led people to certain conclusions.

Min Haochu, meanwhile, was busy copying books. The study was filled with one thick book after another, row upon row of bookshelves. His task was to hand-copy each and every one, page by page, word by word, a truly soul-crushing punishment.

Min Haochu’s father never laid a hand on him, he just made him copy books endlessly.

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