Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic Woman Uses Her Stunning Beauty to Complete Missions

Shen Chumo said firmly, "No, I have never resented my brother."

Even if he is the beneficiary, he is just an innocent child who grew up in the distorted love of his parents. How could he have chosen his own situation?

Over the years, all the resentment I've accumulated in my heart has been directed at those parents who favored sons over daughters.

Their prejudice, like an insurmountable chasm, forcefully separated me from the warmth of my family.

She slowly closed her eyes, as if calming her emotions. After a moment, she opened her eyes again. "But if I could turn back time, I would teach my brother well so that he could become a person who understands respect and equality."

I will instill correct values ​​in him when he is young and naive, telling him that everyone has their own unique value, and that gender should never be a standard for judging a person.

The scene shifted again, revealing a beautiful young girl. Although she wore tattered clothes, her beauty was undeniable. She was Shen Chumo when she was thirteen years old.

The mother smiled broadly, holding Shen Chumo's hand, but her tone was devoid of warmth, filled only with calculation: "My daughter, you've finally come in handy. The son of Old Wang's family at the village entrance has taken a liking to you and is offering a hefty dowry. You can marry into the family and enjoy a life of luxury, and you can also help out at home."

Shen Chumo stared wide-eyed at her mother in horror, shaking her head frantically: "Mom, I'm only thirteen years old, I don't want to get married!"

Her mother's face instantly darkened, and she slapped her across the face: "Don't want to get married? Do you think you can have a choice? We raised you all these years hoping you could bring some money back. Your younger brother is still waiting for money to go to school!"

Young Shen Chumo's head turned to one side from the slap, her cheek quickly swelling and turning red. Her eyes were filled with disbelief and despair, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Shen Chumo clenched her fists as she watched this scene. She still remembered the helplessness she felt at that time, the despair of feeling as if she had been abandoned by the whole world, which haunted her like a shadow.

A melodious voice echoed softly: "Recalling this unbearable past, if you had the chance to go back to that time, what would you do?"

"If I go back now, I will never let my younger self suffer such humiliation again."

Shen Chumo's eyes burned with the flames of anger.

“I will tell her that I am not an object that can be bought and sold at will, and that I am the master of my own life.”

I am a minor, and she has no right to do this. I will contact the relevant legal authorities to expose her behavior and make her receive the punishment she deserves.

I won't be like before, helplessly crying all I can. I want her to know that she can no longer trample on my life so easily.

Finally, Shen Chumo's gaze softened. She looked at herself in the image and whispered, "I will take my younger self away from that cold home and find a safe and warm place. I will tell her not to be afraid."

From now on, I will be there for her, teaching her how to become strong, how to protect herself, so that she will never have to live in fear and despair again.

The scene then shifts to Shen Chumo being tied up and forcibly taken to the countryside. In the dilapidated farmhouse, dim light seeps in through the cracks, and dust flies wildly in the beams of light.

Young Shen Chumo huddled in the corner in terror, her hands and feet tightly bound by rough hemp ropes that dug deep into her skin, leaving bloody marks.

"You're getting married today, whether you like it or not!" the mother said viciously, her face contorted with the same cold-blooded scheming as usual. The father, on the other hand, silently smoked, letting things unfold as if it had nothing to do with him.

At night, the old man entered the house in the dark, reeking of alcohol, and staggered toward the young Shen Chumo.

In the dim light, his lewd face was faintly visible, his eyes roaming freely over Shen Chumo, muttering vulgar and offensive words.

Just as his hands reached out, Shen Chumo opened her eyes and slammed the hidden stone heavily onto his head. The old man groaned, swayed, instinctively covered his head with his hands, and collapsed to the ground.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shen Chumo escaped. Under the moonlight, her small figure ran desperately through the mountains and fields.

The ground beneath her feet was rugged and uneven, and sharp stones cut into the soles of her feet. The excruciating pain made every step incredibly difficult, but her will to survive and her yearning for freedom kept her from stopping.

The ethereal voice rang out again: "Although you escaped when you were young, you went too far. This man died that night, and afterwards you were always on the run, wandering from place to place. Have you ever regretted it?"

"Regret?" Shen Chumo sneered. "Never."

"Even if I regret it, I regret why I didn't learn to resist sooner, and why I let myself live in such fear and despair for so long."

Those days of hiding and fleeing were tough, but they made me stronger and shaped who I am today. As for that man, he deserved to die.

The scene continued to change, this time to the Beast Realm, showing her entanglement with Helen and Pei Yan.

The ethereal voice rang out again: "Here, you have met two exceptional individuals. They are second to none in terms of family background, appearance, and ability. Herren is very caring towards you, while Pei Yan is relentlessly pursuing you."

Amidst such complex emotional entanglements and power struggles, has your heart ever wavered?

Shen Chumo's eyes were indifferent. "Never. Because from beginning to end, I've understood one thing: a man's love is nothing but fleeting smoke. Perhaps at this moment, they love your looks, love your talent, but once that novelty wears off..."

Or, when they encounter something more attractive, this love will burst like a bubble.

My experiences on Earth have shown me the complexity and fickleness of human nature; if even familial bonds are like this, what about romantic love?

"Only by possessing power can one truly control their own destiny and avoid being controlled by others," Shen Chumo said firmly.

After Shen Chumo finished answering, the space fell silent for a long time. After a while, the voice sounded again: "Your answers were all in accordance with your heart. Your inner firmness and clarity are admirable. You have passed the trial of the heart. Now, you will step into the third trial."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Chumo felt a flash of light before her eyes, and the surrounding scenery changed instantly.

In the pitch-black space, a red bead floated in the air, emitting a strange light. Shen Chumo felt a sense of familiarity as soon as she saw the bead.

Her body's power was also stirring; this thing seemed to share the same energy source as the bead she bought in the dark market.

The voice rang out again, "Shen Chumo, as long as you obtain this Crimson Moon Pearl, you will officially pass the test of the Spirit Lake and become the Lord of the Spirit Lake."