Chapter 1: I’ve Transmigrated Into A Book
Hot! So hot! There’s fire burning me!
This was the only feeling Lin Xin had after regaining consciousness.
A burst of coolness came from her forehead, somewhat dispelling the lingering heat around her.
She instinctively struggled a few times, using all her strength to open her eyes.
What came into view was a pitch-black rooftop and walls on all four sides; two pitch-black little hands were removing a similarly pitch-black cloth from her forehead and putting it into a chipped basin nearby.
Lin Xin slightly turned her head and met the face of a three- or four-year-old boy who was sallow-faced and skinny; what most attracted her gaze was the tears in the boy’s reddened eye sockets and the two tracks washed out by tears on his dirty face.
What a dirty kid!
She silently despised it in her heart.
Huh? That’s not right! Didn’t I already die?
The outcome of self-detonating a crystal core is only one: complete disintegration!
So what’s going on with me now?
Suddenly, a sharp stabbing pain came from the depths of her brain, and at the same time, a large amount of information surged into her mind.
Damn it…
After receiving all the information, Lin Xin lay dejectedly on the hard, uncomfortable kang with a face full of despair.
She had indeed died, but she came back to life again, and on the body of a young lady in a book who died before the third chapter, commonly known as transmigrating into a book.
Three years ago, the original owner’s father went into the mountain to get some meat for his wife and daughter and never came back.
Upon hearing the bad news, the original owner’s mother gave premature birth on the spot; after giving her all to birth a boy, she didn’t even have time to say a word before she was gone.
With no adults left at home, the original owner, a twelve-year-old young lady, lived alone with her newborn younger brother; the hardship can be imagined, not to mention her extreme grandparents and eldest uncle and third uncle who would come from time to time to take things away, turning the originally well-off family into one with bare walls in no time.
Over the past three years, the young lady had long been exhausted; two days ago, she went into the mountain to gather firewood and got caught in an autumn rain, caught a cold with no money for treatment, and after a high fever for two days, she followed her parents.
Seeing his older sister unresponsive no matter how he called, three-year-old Lin Nan could only imitate what he remembered his older sister doing for him, futilely applying cold water to her forehead, not knowing that the sister he depended on for survival was already gone.
Sigh! Lin Xin sighed in her heart; it really wasn’t easy.
Looking again at the child beside her, he was still dirty, but she didn’t despise it as much.
“You can go with peace of mind! I’ll take good care of your younger brother.” After silently saying this in her heart, Lin Xin suddenly felt her body lighten, as if something had left; at the dappled window edge, the illusory figure of a young lady seemed to appear. She smiled at her and then disappeared.
“Sis-sister?” Seeing his sister staring at the window, Lin Nan tugged at her sleeve and called softly.
“Nan Nan, be good.” Lin Xin ruffled his hair, only to… touch a handful of scalp oil.
Wash! Must wash!
Even in the apocalypse, she had never lived so sloppily; Lin Xin felt she couldn’t tolerate it and, with a burst of stubborn energy, dragged this still very weak body to sit up.
This very simple action made her vision go black.
She frowned; this body was really too weak.
Right, supernatural ability!
In the apocalypse, she was a water-wood dual supernatural ability user, both at the highest ninth level; with them nourishing the body, it would be more than enough.
Action is better than thought; thinking and doing is Lin Xin’s life motto.
She closed her eyes and willed it—great, not only did the supernatural abilities come with her, but they hadn’t dropped levels either.
What surprised her even more was that the space she had before the apocalypse also came, and even the things inside were still there.
Phew! Now Lin Xin was relieved; with these, life here was assured—no need to mention raising her and the little dirty child; even seventeen or eighteen more would be fine.
As for those extreme unscrupulous relatives, heh, borrowing a line from the pipa demon in Journey to the West: “I’m not some delicate queen; I have plenty of strength and means!”
As long as they dare to come, if they stretch out a claw, chop off the claw; if they stretch out a neck, chop off the neck—no mercy!
Probably because the expression on her face was too eerie, Lin Nan was scared into tears, but he didn’t dare cry out loud, shrinking in the corner and holding back until he nearly passed out.
Lin Xin thought for a moment, reached her hand into the black quilt whose pattern couldn’t be seen, and took out a snow-white fluffy large steamed bun from the space.
She didn’t lack good food; it was just that neither of them had eaten anything good in these years. During the illness these two days, the original owner hadn’t eaten a grain of rice, and Lin Nan had only eaten leftovers on the first day, surviving yesterday on water alone; those big fish and meats weren’t suitable for their current bodies.
“Sister?” Lin Nan’s eyes widened round, forgetting his earlier fear, and he came close to Lin Xin, stretching out his little hand to lift her quilt, only to disappointedly discover there was only one steamed bun.
He sensibly swallowed his saliva and shrank back to the corner, trying hard to shift his gaze away from the steamed bun; his sister was sick and needed to eat to get better.
But the aroma of the steamed bun was too overpowering, drilling straight into his nose, making his stomach start to cramp in pain.
“Eat it quick!” Lin Xin pushed the steamed bun closer to his mouth again.
Lin Nan shook his head. “Sister eat first; Nan Nan will eat after sister gets better.”
Sigh! Lin Xin sighed again; this child was just too sensible, making even this iron-hearted old aunt feel a bit heartbroken.
She thought for a moment, simply broke the steamed bun in half, and handed half back to him. “Sister just recovered and doesn’t have much appetite; this steamed bun is so big, we can share it!”
Lin Nan’s eyes lit up BIU, and only after Lin Xin took a bite of her half did he take his own half and eat it bit by bit cherishingly.
“Bang!” With a loud crash, the door was violently pushed open from outside, shattering the warm sibling dining atmosphere in the room.
Seeing who had come through the hole in the window paper, Lin Nan’s little face turned pale in an instant, clutching Lin Xin’s clothes tightly in terror and saying, “Sister, Aunt and Third Aunt came; what do we do?”
“I don’t know if that little bitch is dead yet; if she’s dead, hurry and throw her to the back mountain—don’t let a dead person occupy the Lin Family’s place.” A stout young woman walked in first; it was the original owner’s Aunt Xu Shi. From the way she retracted her arm, it was clear the huge noise earlier was made by her.
“Eldest Sister-in-law, we agreed: if the little bitch is dead, this house goes to you, Eldest Sister-in-law, but that little brat is mine.” The speaker was also a young woman with a round disk-like face and decent features, but the scheming in her eyes ruined her looks; she was the original owner’s third uncle’s daughter-in-law, Zhou Shi.
“I have my own son; I’m not raising that little brat for nothing!” Xu Shi glanced smugly at her sister-in-law and said.
Zhou Shi lowered her eyes without responding, but her bulging jaw muscle had already exposed her unsettled mood.
Lin Xin took the unfinished steamed bun from his hand, stowed it into the space in a flash, pulled him into her arms, and comfortingly patted his skinny back, quietly waiting for those two to enter.
