Chapter 1: Transmigration Warning

Chapter 1: Transmigration Warning

"I knew she wasn't any good. Always hunched over, walking like someone had pulled the spine right out of her."

"You're telling me. There isn't a single decent soul in that whole family. That Shen Meng just loved to stir up trouble. It’s a blessing she finally fell into the river and drowned. Look at her husband now—tsk, tsk, tsk. He used to be such a fine man, and look how she dragged him down."

"And don't get me started on their kids. Pfft, not one of them turned out right. The eldest is always stealing chickens and chasing dogs, getting into fights, and harassing young wives. The second one is even worse—got caught for profiteering and even had the nerve to curse his own Fourth Aunt. A piece of trash who deserves to be struck by lightning. It’s a pity for little Ni, having to marry an old man that age."

"Heh heh heh, maybe she likes it. You old biddies talk too much."

Shen Meng watched the blurry scene before her, disturbed by the noise. Subconsciously, she knew she was dreaming, but looking at the disheveled man on the ground, she felt a deep sense of sorrow in her heart. This was especially true when she heard what had happened to the three children; her heart ached beyond measure.

She wanted to take a few steps forward, to see the face of the man on the ground clearly, and to figure out why she kept having these bizarre, surreal dreams.

"Shen Meng, where are you? Come back, Mengmeng..."

The next instant.

Shen Meng opened her eyes.

She stared at the ceiling above her.

Something was wrong.

Ever since she had that fortune told by the old man on the overpass, her life had become strange.

That day, she was walking home from work and passed a fortune-telling stall on the overpass. The old man said he hadn't made a single sale in days, so out of kindness, she let him read her fortune.

Who would have thought the old man would say she was cursed, that a bloody disaster was imminent, and that as long as she bought his "888 Shocking Curse-Dispelling Package," she would be blessed with great wealth, a house full of children, and a long life.

Fine. She had been having a rough time lately, with several deals snatched away by colleagues. 888 yuan—she’d treat it as a sacrifice to ward off bad luck.

Heh, the very next day, she landed a multi-million yuan deal.

But before she could even sign it, she was in a serious car accident on her way to meet the client. She spent a month in the ICU. Her life was saved, and she received 1.8 million in accident compensation plus 1.6 million in work-related injury compensation from the company, but her uterus had to be removed. How was that "a house full of children"?

But fate played another joke on her.

She started having these chaotic dreams every night, dreaming that she had become someone else—someone with three sons and a daughter, though she didn't seem very happy, and everyone wanted to beat her.

Shen Meng wanted to find that old man to settle the score. What kind of "curse-dispelling package" worked like this? Great wealth meant car accident compensation? A house full of children meant raising someone else's? If living to be 100 meant being hated by everyone, she wouldn't mind dying early!

But Shen Meng went back several times, and the fortune-telling stall was never on the overpass again.

Yesterday was even more absurd: she seemed to have awakened a spatial dimension!

As a generation poisoned by the internet, Shen Meng had read her fair share of web novels.

Was this preparation for transmigration? Was she really going to become that woman and live the life of that era?

She couldn't go empty-handed, could she?

Besides, the money in that era was different from now, and she couldn't take her house or car with her. Wouldn't it be better to hoard some supplies in her space?

Once her mind was made up, Shen Meng began to calculate her assets.

Her house was in a good location and could probably sell for 6 million. Her car could fetch about 100,000 as a used vehicle. Over the years, although she had earned some money from work, she had spent it all on the house, leaving her with only about 100,000 in liquid cash. Fortunately, the car accident had brought in nearly 4 million in total compensation.

The next morning, Shen Meng ate breakfast, tidied herself up, and hurriedly took her property deed and documents to an agency.

She was in a rush to liquidate; she was willing to compromise on the price, but it had to be a full cash payment. Loans would drag out the process, and she was afraid she might disappear at any moment. She had to get it handled as quickly as possible.

After entrusting the house to the agent, Shen Meng hurried off to hoard supplies.