The Strongest Female Cannon Fodder in Quick Transmigration

Because her adoptive father was the leader, Ruoshui lived a relatively good life at the base. She occasionally helped manage various matters at the base.

Since Ruoshui had nothing to do, she took Shuiruo out for a stroll.

They wandered around until they reached the center of the base, which was a huge central square.

Before the apocalypse, this was a holy land for square dancing aunties.

After the apocalypse, this place became a sizable market, with vendors selling food, zombie crystal cores, and women engaged in prostitution.

Ruoshui simply strolled around these stalls, and a large group of people began frantically hawking their wares.

Ruoshui glanced at it briefly and didn't see anything she wanted to buy.

Just as she was about to leave, a mother and daughter caught Ruoshui's attention; the woman was probably in her thirties.

The daughter, who looked about four or five years old, was staring at Ruoshui with her big, watery eyes.

Although the mother and daughter were thin and looked haggard, they could not hide the gentle temperament that emanated from their bones.

Unlike the chattering vendors around her, the woman simply stood quietly in front of her stall.

The stalls weren't selling food crystals or similar items; they were selling books.

Before the apocalypse, selling books would be normal, but in a post-apocalyptic world where people are starving and freezing, who would buy books to read?

Even though the square was bustling with activity and many people were looking at the mother and daughter with curious eyes, no one went up to buy anything.

Ruoshui walked over to the mother and daughter, squatted down in front of the stall, and carefully looked through the books.

Many of these are ancient books, imbued with the scent of time; they are more than just books, they are cultural relics.

These ancient books, and the contents they record, would have been of immeasurable value before the end of time.

But this is the apocalypse, so it probably wouldn't even be worth a piece of bread.

Seeing Ruoshui looking at her book, the woman said, "Before the apocalypse, these were the most prized possessions in the National Museum."

Ruoshui didn't speak, but simply lowered her head and carefully flipped through the books.

Seeing this, the woman assumed Ruoshui didn't believe her, and immediately explained:

"To be honest, before the end times, I was the director of a library, and these are the library's collections."

"After the apocalypse, my lover and I went through a lot of trouble to bring them out."

"Now that my wife is dead and my child is starving, what use are these books?"

"The reason I'm putting it up for sale is that I'm looking for someone who truly appreciates it. Firstly, I might be able to exchange it for some food."

"Secondly, these days, someone who can exchange food for a book must cherish books extremely."

Ruoshui looked at the woman, her eyes showing a hint of helplessness and reluctance to part with the books.

The most tragic aspect of this end times is that people have to abandon their faith in order to get food and survive.

Ruoshui flipped through the books while thinking.

Suddenly, Ruoshui's pupils contracted sharply as she sensed a subtle fluctuation of spiritual energy emanating from one of the books.

Ruoshui was slightly surprised, but on the surface, she remained calm and continued flipping through the pages.

Among these ancient books, this one was completely unremarkable; the parchment cover was tattered and torn, and a musty smell wafted out when the book was opened.

The words in the book seemed to be from another era; no one could understand them.

But Ruoshui had the system interpret it and realized that the book was actually about the apocalypse.

This book is very old, and its preservation is probably related to the faint spiritual energy attached to it.

The book prophesies the end times and describes in detail the specifics of them.

It even explains how to safely survive this apocalypse.

This book mentions that no matter what kind of hardships we endure, the world will always leave humanity a glimmer of hope.

Su Yaoyao's bracelet is a glimmer of hope that this world has left for humanity.

As the apocalypse began, the bracelet appeared, but it ended up in the hands of a selfish person like Su Yaoyao.

Aside from herself, Su Yaoyao had never told anyone about the existence of the space bracelet.

Inside the spatial bracelet is a vast little world, where the vegetation is lush and the soil is fertile.

It is more than enough to accommodate all the people in this world, allowing them to safely pass through this apocalypse.

The book also states that the so-called end times are an inevitable consequence of human evolution.

After the apocalypse, some humans will gain superpowers and evolve into a new kind of human, while zombies will automatically evolve into another species.

However, due to the unconscious feeding instinct in the early stages of zombie evolution, they will eat their own kind.

If humans were placed in spatial bracelets to live at the beginning of the apocalypse.

Once the zombies have fully evolved and regained consciousness, humans can be released, and the world will safely enter a new era.

If what this book says is true, then Su Yaoyao can be considered a sinner against all mankind.

Putting aside everything else, just consider the fact that humans and zombies are killing each other, which has led to a sharp decline in the world's population.

Even if zombies fully evolve many years later, there probably won't be many people or zombies left in this world.

At the start of the apocalypse, fifty percent of humanity turned into zombies. After so many years of zombies and humans slaughtering each other, how many could you possibly expect to survive?

After reading it, Ruoshui put the book away, gave the woman a few zombie crystal cores, and said to her:

“I’ll take all these books. I’ll take this one first, and send the rest to the administration building in the north to find someone named Li Peng.”

"Just give me my name, Fang Ruoshui. After you deliver the book, have them arrange a place for you to stay in the eleventh district of the North."

After saying that, Ruoshui left. The woman looked at the three crystal cores on the ground, which were twice the size of ordinary crystal cores. She believed that Ruoshui would not lie to her.

After all, these three crystal cores alone could be exchanged for four large bags of rice from a superhuman.

The value of four bags of rice is incomparable before and after the apocalypse.

But in District 11, only those who have made great contributions can live there; they are all the superhumans who were there when the base was first established.

By the way, this lady's surname is Fang. Could she be the daughter of Chief Fang, the leader of the base? Perhaps these precious books can be best protected somewhere.

At least they won't have to be sold off for food like they do now.

The man watched Ruoshui leave, his eyes filled with gratitude.

After leaving the bookstall, Ruoshui walked straight towards the center of the square.

In the very center of the central square, there is a two-story building. Judging from its brand-new appearance, it was probably built after the apocalypse.

Next to the main entrance of the building stood something that looked like a notice board, with the words "Mercenary Guild" written on it.

Mercenary guilds are a magical existence no matter what kind of world they are in, Ruoshui sighed.

Out of curiosity, Ruoshui led Shuiruo inside.

The lobby was bustling with people coming and going.

In the center of the hall is a large screen that continuously displays posted tasks and the price for completing them.

The rankings of the mercenary groups are displayed in the bottom right corner of the large screen.

The tasks range from difficult to easy; the easy ones are like helping to find someone within the base.

Finding supplies and killing zombies are more difficult, but the rewards are relatively higher.

In this world, money is just a pile of waste paper to people.

Zombie crystal cores circulate among those with superpowers, while ordinary people barter for goods.

Ruoshui was bored at the base, and looking at the missions posted on the big screen, she was eager to try them out.

Why don't you start your own mercenary group?

Without hesitation, Ruoshui went to the counter and said to the person at the counter:

"I want to register a mercenary group, and the name will be... um, what should I call it?"

"It's so hard to think of a name, let's just call her Nameless," Ruoshui said.

The receptionist, seeing that Ruoshui was dressed neatly in white, dared not neglect her:

"Excuse me, miss, registering a mercenary group requires paying three crystal cores, and the minimum number of members is three."

Ruoshui was somewhat disappointed. She looked at Shui Ruo beside her. There were only two of them in total, so where was she supposed to find a third person?

Why don't we go back and bring Li Peng back? Ruoshui pulled Shui Ruo along and prepared to leave, truly arriving with high hopes only to leave disappointed.

Just then, a voice rang out from the crowd: "Are you two short of people? Why don't you take me with you? I'm also looking to join a mercenary group, and this young lady, you seem rather pleasing to the eye."

Everyone: What do you mean by "a little bit pleasing to the eye"? Can't you just say "pleasing to the eye"? "A little bit" sounds like such a forced compliment.

The man strolled leisurely toward Ruoshui.

When he got closer to Ruoshui, he discovered that this person was actually emitting a strong smell of blood!