Quick Transmigration: The Foolish Beauty Saves the World

The military convoy drove recklessly into the residential area and stopped in front of a building.

Hearing the commotion, the surviving residents peeked out, discussing whether someone had come to rescue them.

A young woman in a jacket got out of the car. She was quite impatient and blocked the supply team that was about to leave. The fitness instructor in charge was startled and waved his hands repeatedly: "No, we didn't steal anything, we can pay..."

The woman interrupted him abruptly: "Where is the savior?"

The fitness instructor paused, then frowned and asked, "What do you want with him?"

Just half a day after "I Want to Be a Savior" posted his first video, he posted several more after the hype started, all of which were videos of him dealing with zombies in his neighborhood.

Jingli showed no sign of restraint, and soon people from the neighborhood came out to claim her.

The group chat had been arguing fiercely about whether or not to form a "volunteer team," but after Jingli cleared out some of the zombies, the argument stopped. The fitness instructor made a call to action in the supplies team's group chat, and then, fully armed and armed with a baseball bat, rushed downstairs.

The zombies are still in a relatively low-level state, slow-moving and fragile. The coach is indeed quite skilled, managing to create one.

The team assembled and, taking advantage of Jingli's large-scale zombie-hunting operation, went to the nearby area to collect supplies.

Half a day was enough time for them to practice and become skilled. The small team had already brought back quite a lot of things, and other bold residents in the community began to follow them to find supplies.

It can be said that Jingli is, to some extent, the spiritual banner of their community.

If he hadn't been the first to step forward and fight the zombies, things probably wouldn't be like this now.

The environment was relatively safe, and some people did manage to get the supplies. However, there wasn't time to confirm the distribution to the "volunteers" who stepped forward, so everyone had to take care of themselves for the time being.

In this situation, conflicts are bound to arise, but at least everyone feels at ease for now.

The order in people's hearts has not yet collapsed, so the fitness coach's first thought upon seeing the military vehicle was to "surrender"—for the supplies he had just purchased for free.

But when the woman came with ill intentions, looking for a "savior," the fitness instructor didn't reveal any information.

Because in their subconscious, Jingli, as the spiritual leader, should be hidden away in this situation.

Perhaps because of the fitness instructor's change in demeanor, the others who had come out to find supplies also spoke up: "Are you from the military?" "Are you here to rescue us?" "We've been starving for a long time, we have no choice but to come out to find food..."

The woman appeared to be in a terrible mental state; her face twitched unnaturally amidst the surrounding noise, and her eyes were bloodshot.

The man next to her reached out and gently supported the woman, separating her from the residents.

"We will arrange a concentrated rescue operation later. We are looking for this comrade with the ID 'Savior'. Only with him can we better solve the zombie problem."

A man's voice is powerful and easily inspires trust.

The fitness instructor took two steps back but remained silent.

"Oh dear, has the country finally come to pick me up?"

A clear male voice came from outside the crowd, and a white-haired young man who was not yet twenty years old slowly walked over, as if the air around him was fresher.

He smiled innocently, completely oblivious to the fact that the soldiers around the woman had already raised their guns at him.

"Take me with you, I think I'm very useful and can definitely save the world."

The man frowned and made a downward pressing motion.

The zombies in the neighborhood have been mostly cleared out, but there are still some zombies locked inside the houses, as well as zombies outside that want to come in, but they are blocked by obstacles and keep making "hoho" roars.

When the only living person in the group remained silent, the surrounding noises created a chilling atmosphere.

Everyone tensed up inexplicably, except for the white-haired youth at the center of the gun barrel and in the center of their line of sight.

"Why are you all so nervous? Are you all afraid of me? Haha, I know my strength is terrifying."

After he said that, the expressions on the soldiers' faces became even stranger, as if they were looking at a perverted pleasure-seeker.

Jingli maintained a smile on the surface, but inside she was already on the verge of a breakdown: [Shouldn't this be how a simple case of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) is acted? Why do they seem more afraid of me now?]

Having previously won Best Supporting Actor, Keiji doesn't doubt his acting skills. Overall, his performance is very natural, but perhaps too natural.

The atmosphere became a little awkward. Jingli finally couldn't maintain his silly grin any longer. He raised his hands and said somewhat awkwardly, "Um, excuse me, did I do something wrong?"

This belated realization of fear and vulnerability finally diminished the sense of perversion from before, allowing his simple, delusional performance to emerge.

The woman's emotions had clearly calmed down considerably. She nodded, and the man extended his hand to Jingli: "Hello, we are from the Third Military Region. May I speak with you in private?"

He didn't reveal any more information. If it weren't for the zombie outbreak, such a scene would reasonably be suspected as a hardcore scam.

He readily agreed and got into the car with the man, leaving one car for the residents to distribute emergency supply packages as a form of reassurance.

Inside the car, the woman pointed the gun at Jingli's neck again.

"Where did you get your abilities?"

Her hands were shaking.

Jingli confirmed that there was no game system around, and also confirmed that the woman in front of him must be one of the "memory survivors".

He temporarily blocked the game system's monitoring.

"I know what you're worried about. I don't belong to this world, but I'm not a player either."

The woman fired her gun just as Jingli finished saying that she didn't belong to this world.

With the gun pressed against her skin, Jingli's skin only turned slightly pink. A cool blue liquid floated in mid-air, enveloping the pistol in the woman's hand to prevent it from exploding and causing greater danger.

"Don't be so fierce. Can you tell me what's in your memories?"

From this moment on, Jingli has taken the lead.

The woman stared at the pistol inside the liquid sphere, seemingly lost in thought, biting her lower lip so hard it almost bled.

"Xiao Lai, wake up." The man reached out to support the woman and shook his head at Jing Li. "Please give her some time."

Jingli nodded. It seemed that this man had no memory, but the woman had judged him to be a trustworthy partner.

Judging from the woman's current state, her memories of this reincarnation must have been quite unpleasant.

The car continued driving forward, during which the woman took several deep breaths before finally speaking.

Instead of answering Jingli's question first, she started with a new one: "What do you want to do?"

Her eyes were ruthless, like an eagle eyeing its prey.

"We can't kill you. You're perfectly capable of turning this world into a post-apocalyptic fantasy novel, but why are you deliberately trying to attract our attention? What are you trying to do?"

She repeated the question, her body language conveying an aggressive stance.