Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 1: It was Finally Over

Positioned beside the hospital bed, Ning Shu watched as a doctor in a white coat passed right through her form to attend to the girl lying there.

Ning Shu observed the girl on the mattress. Her complexion was a ghostly white, and her head was completely devoid of hair. Even her eyebrows had vanished. She simply remained there, motionless and silent.

A person looked quite ridiculous without any eyebrows.

It hadn't occurred to Ning Shu that she would be preoccupied with eyebrows at a moment like this. Death, it seemed, wasn't as terrifying or agonizing as she had imagined. In her current state, Ning Shu felt no pain at all.

Indeed, Ning Shu had passed away. Standing off to the side, she stared at her own corpse. She made an attempt to merge back into her physical form. Despite it being a body ravaged and broken by disease, she still clung to the desire to live.

This weightless, drifting sensation left Ning Shu feeling incredibly uneasy.

Just then, the door swung open and a couple burst into the room. They rushed forward, weeping as they embraced Ning Shu’s body. Two men followed closely behind them; these were Ning Shu’s older brothers.

Ning Shu extended her arm, wishing to comfort her mother, but her hand merely glided through the woman's body.

“Mom, please don't be so heartbroken. Meimei is finally at peace; she has moved on to a different world.” Ning Shu’s eldest brother reached out to support their mother.

Ning Shu watched the scene like a mere observer. She was finally free. Since the age of fifteen, the hospital had been her home. She had endured chemotherapy twice every week. That agonizing, bone-deep pain had been her constant companion for over a decade.

In the beginning, her family had been filled with despair, drowning her in love born of heartache. As the years dragged on, however, their visits grew less frequent. Eventually, they reached a point of numbness regarding her chronic illness.

Ning Shu harbored no resentment toward them. Instead, she felt lucky to have been born into such a wealthy family that could afford her treatment. Even if those ten years were spent confined to a hospital bed, she was grateful for the time. It was simply that her life was still full of many lingering regrets.

A smile touched Ning Shu’s lips. She felt a deep sense of gratitude toward her family.

Thank you.

Ning Shu’s soul became increasingly buoyant, eventually drifting away toward an unknown destination.

Suddenly, a sound reached Ning Shu. A frigid, mechanical voice echoed from within her very soul.

“Soul meets the necessary criteria. Locking on to system space.”

Immediately afterward, Ning Shu felt a chilling sensation seep into her essence. Despite her incorporeal state, an icy energy seemed to erupt within her soul.

Overwhelmed by this sudden force, Ning Shu’s consciousness faded into darkness.

Her final thought before blacking out was a prayer that this wouldn't prevent her from being reincarnated.

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After an indeterminate amount of time, Ning Shu finally regained consciousness. She felt exhausted, and her soul felt strangely heavy. This kind of spiritual fatigue left her feeling drained and filled with a sense of dread.

Out of habit, Ning Shu reached up to rub her head. To her surprise, when her hand made contact, it felt as though she were touching soft cotton.

Ning Shu felt a mixture of delight and fear, completely baffled by the situation. Her soul had actually taken on this physical texture. She wasn't sure if this development was positive or negative, but at the very least, it meant her soul wouldn't simply dissipate into nothingness.

Once she regained her composure, Ning Shu surveyed her surroundings. The space was entirely white and completely empty. There was no noise and no sign of life. It was a place of deathly stillness—eerily and profoundly silent.