Chapter 1: You Old Bastard

"Son of a bitch, that hurts like hell!"

Sheng Wanqiu touched the back of her aching head, wincing in pain. Her fingers came away sticky, covered in blood.

She felt that being stabbed to death wouldn't have hurt as much as this massive bump; it was truly infuriating!

Thinking about how the original owner had been pushed, fallen onto a rock, and died—allowing her to transmigrate into this body—she knew she had to repay that debt of gratitude. Of course, she wouldn't let the person who pushed her off the hook either.

It was making the back of her head throb with pain; it was simply damnable!

Back in the apocalypse, she had been unable to find supplies for a long time and was starving, so she had joined a scavenging army to look for food.

Unexpectedly, black snow fell from the sky, and everyone was poisoned to death by it, herself included.

But miraculously, she had come back to life, evolving into an esper with a photographic memory. She learned everything quickly, and she could trigger lightning just by rubbing her hands together. A snap of her fingers would produce a small flame on her right index finger—it was even more convenient than a lighter.

After that toxic black snow, many espers appeared. She was a fire-type, and of course, there were water, wood, and earth types as well.

These people were then controlled by a mysterious department. Because she had evolved and possessed a photographic memory, she learned quickly and gradually displayed leadership skills.

It was just so tragic; the one who betrayed her was her roommate, a wood-type esper. Before she died, she had reacted quickly, grabbing the traitor's jade necklace and dragging her into the trap with her. They were both blown to smithereens, and so she had died all over again.

Sheng Wanqiu looked at the jade necklace in her hand. When she woke up in this young girl's body last night, she had been clutching this very necklace.

She hadn't eaten pork, but she had seen pigs run. Besides, that roommate who betrayed her had bragged about how magical this necklace was in front of her, and she had remembered every word.

With the attitude of not wanting to waste anything, Sheng Wanqiu rubbed the jade pendant against the injured area on the back of her head. The bandage was very crude and still seeping blood, so it was a good way to put waste to use.

Immediately, the jade pendant in her hand vanished, and a small red mole appeared on her left index finger. As she rubbed the mole, a space appeared in her mind. Her consciousness could enter this space directly. It wasn't very large, maybe about three hundred square meters. Suspended in the air above a large patch of green grass was something that looked like a washbasin, only it was made of stone.

Something that heavy, yet it could float? If Newton saw this, he’d be so angry he’d resurrect just to curse for three days and three nights.

It was filled with clear water that emitted a faint scent of grass. Sheng Wanqiu cupped the spring water and drank it in large gulps.

Soon, the back of her head stopped hurting. She touched it, and the large bump had disappeared; it was completely healed. To avoid raising suspicion, Sheng Wanqiu didn't remove the crude bandage.

Sheng Wanqiu snapped her left fingers, and a small stream of clear spring water sprayed from her left index finger, pouring onto the grass by the pool. A dandelion on the grass immediately grew, bloomed, and went to seed; this growth rate was faster than a rocket.

The spring water here could heal wounds, detoxify, and accelerate plant growth. This was simply fantastic; it meant she possessed two types of abilities simultaneously, plus a storage space. This was like taking a sedative; she had nothing to fear now.

Although the back of her head didn't hurt anymore, her head was still buzzing—disturbed by the commotion at the door.

Son of a bitch, she was already feeling miserable from hunger, and they dared to disturb her rest?

Fine, fine, fine—then nobody was going to have a good time!

In the courtyard, a thin, small boy of about six years old was holding onto the hand of a frail woman, refusing to let go.

"Mother, please don't go, okay? Don't leave Mu'er behind."

"Mother, I beg you, don't go. When I grow up, I will definitely earn lots of money and treat you well." The little boy was crying so hard that his face was covered in tears and snot, causing the onlookers to sigh and whisper among themselves.

Sheng the Second had only just died, and Jiang Cui was already trying to remarry. She really couldn't wait even a single moment; what a sin!

They heard that when Jiang Cui's family came over yesterday afternoon, Qiu-ya had fought with her uncle and was pushed to the ground, hitting her head. She hadn't even woken up yet!

"You little brat, let go! Your mother is no longer a member of the Sheng family. Let go, don't get in the way of your mother going to enjoy a better life!"

Jiang Dazhu stepped forward to pull the little boy's hand away, only to have the boy bite his arm hard, causing him to shriek in pain.

"You little beast, let go! Just like your good-for-nothing sister, see if I don't beat you to death!"

Jiang Dazhu raised his fist to strike the little boy. The timid onlookers closed their eyes, not daring to watch.

"Ah! It hurts!"

A bamboo skewer was embedded in the arm Jiang Dazhu had swung, and blood immediately began to flow.

"Brother, Brother, what's wrong? Heavens! Why are you bleeding?" Jiang Cui rushed over to check, only to see blood flowing from her older brother's arm.

A bamboo skewer as thick as a chopstick had pierced straight through his wrist, leaving Jiang Cui terrified.

"Dead child, come here!"

"Oh, no, Huaimu, come here to sister!"

Sheng Wanqiu shouted at the little boy. Having received the original owner's memories, she felt much better.

The original owner was a sharp-tongued, feisty girl who would eat anything but refused to suffer a loss. In Qingshan Village, she was the number one troublemaker. As long as she could get food, she dared to do anything. She was either up a mountain, climbing a tree, or in the river all day. If anyone dared to provoke her, she would start a fight immediately.

Many times when people came to complain, it was her grandmother, Old Lady Sheng, who defended her. Her grandmother was even more feisty than she was, often saying that a girl had to be sharp-tongued so she wouldn't be taken advantage of. Sometimes she would stroke the original owner's head and say this granddaughter was the most like her, even more so than her eldest daughter, Sheng Chunhua.

"A-Qiu, this is your uncle. How dare you hurt someone? Have you forgotten everything Mother taught you?" Jiang Cui scolded her, her face full of anger.

"Are you even our mother? I was pushed to the ground by him yesterday, and I have such a big bump on the back of my head. Didn't you see that?"

"And didn't you see him trying to hit Huaimu just now? Are you blind?"

"I've never seen a mother who doesn't protect her own children. You aren't fit to be a mother!"

Little Huaimu hid behind Sheng Wanqiu, tears streaming down his face as he listened to his sister.

"You good-for-nothing, your mother is going to enjoy a good life. Stop spouting nonsense here. Go get the bundle your mother prepared," a mean-looking old woman with a long face walked over and started berating Sheng Wanqiu.

"If I'm a good-for-nothing, then you're an old good-for-nothing. You spend all day squeezing your daughter dry to support your two useless sons. Do you even have the face to go out?"

"You old hag, you're the one who deserves to die most. You're the biggest tumor! Ptooey!"

"Well said! Worthy of being my granddaughter!"

"Old Lady Jiang, you're truly heartless. My son just died, and you're already in such a rush to marry off your daughter!"

"You old hag, you really deserve to die!"