Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 2: Wait for Fate

The unknown has always been a source of terror for humanity, and Ning Shu was no different. Even in her current state as a soul, the eeriness of her situation made her skin crawl and her hair stand on end.

Still, she was technically alive—though it was a vastly different form of existence than before. Since she couldn't find any answers, she decided to stop overthinking and simply accept whatever fate had in store.

While her long illness had brought her nothing but agony, it had also forged a tenacious spirit within her. Without such mental fortitude, anyone facing that kind of relentless suffering would have likely chosen suicide to escape the misery.

Ning Shu attempted to stomp on the surface beneath her feet, noting the peculiar sensation. She reached down to touch it, realizing she had never encountered such a material in her life.

Scanning her surroundings, she realized she was entirely alone. Abandoning the hope of finding a companion, she sat down on the ground. Adopting a meditative posture, she closed her eyes.

In reality, Ning Shu cherished life more than most. She believed there had to be a reason for her presence here, so she waited patiently to see what path destiny would lay out for her.

She wasn't sure if it was merely a trick of her mind, but sitting in this position felt incredibly soothing. More accurately, it was her soul that felt comfortable. A warmth seemed to flow into her, leaving her feeling light and airy.

Fear is the natural byproduct of endless waiting. To pass the time, Ning Shu invented a game: she would meditate and try to draw that mysterious energy into her body. Lacking any formal instruction on how to absorb it, she could only rely on her focus while meditating.

When Ning Shu finally opened her eyes, they were filled with a mixture of shock and delight. As she examined herself, she realized her body had undergone a subtle transformation. Previously, her form had felt as flimsy and thin as cotton, but now she felt slightly more solid. Though the change was minor, she could definitely sense it.

What kind of place was this? It actually possessed the power to strengthen a soul.

The sheer magic of it was overwhelming.

“Test results meet requirements. Commencing task.”

A cold, mechanical voice echoed through the void. In the middle of that deathly silence, the sound was jarring and bizarre.

Hearing that voice sent a shiver through her; it sounded familiar. She realized it was the same voice she had heard just before losing consciousness.

Ning Shu remained wary of things she didn't understand. She didn't demand to know who was speaking or what their motives were.

After all, in her current state, what could anyone possibly want from her?

“Your designated number is 2333. Number 2333, do you wish to begin the task now?”

For some reason, Ning Shu felt as though she was being mocked by the number 2333. However, upon hearing that a task was starting, she didn't hesitate despite her confusion. “Start the task,” she replied instantly.

The moment she spoke, a holographic screen materialized in front of her, displaying her personal data.

Number: 2333 Name: Ning Shu Age: 27 Experience: 0 (0/10000) Soul: 60 Life: 50 Charm: (?????) Luck: 20 Mental Strength: 120 Abilities: None Acquired Titles: None

Looking at these statistics, Ning Shu felt as if she had been dropped into a video game. She wondered why her charm stat was represented by question marks, but since it didn't seem vital, she moved on to other questions.

“Since my number is 2333, does that mean there are others who came before me?”

“Player does not have the authority to know,” the icy voice responded.

“What happens once my experience points reach ten thousand?”

“Player does not have the authority to know.”

“If I am a player, are there others like me?”

“Player does not have the authority to know.”

“Why is my charm level unknown?” Surely she had the right to know that much?

The mechanical voice went silent for a moment before answering, “During the Host’s lifetime, no male ever expressed romantic interest or affection toward the Host. Consequently, the Host’s charm cannot be calculated.”

Ning Shu: …