Chapter 1: Apocalypse Transmigration

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Year 3085, the third year of the apocalypse.

In the past three years, species all over the world had mutated rapidly. Volcanic eruptions, floods, tsunamis, and natural disasters had also appeared. In just ten months, the population of Earth had decreased to three billion, and the human survival base had gone underground. Only a small portion of human civilization, such as writing and literature, were able to be taken away to be preserved.

Of course, there were also some teenagers who brought their favorite novels.

Mo Yu had discovered a novel while searching for supplies.

The cover was ridiculous, and the title was foolish. Even if they were still in a peaceful and prosperous world, Mo Yu would not look at it.

However, it was already the third year of the apocalypse. In this era, any form of entertainment was a luxury. Reading books and newspapers had become the dream of many people.

Mo Yu subconsciously held her breath and casually sat on the ground to flip open the book.

It was a clichéd overbearing CEO novel: an overbearing CEO in a coma getting engaged to the Young Miss of a certain family, the swapping of the fake and real daughter, the twisted and vicious supporting actress, and the revenge of the overbearing CEO after he awakens.

Mo Yu pursed her lips. When she saw that the vicious supporting actress actually had the same name as her, she vaguely felt a little unlucky.

However, she still could not bear to put down the book in her hand. It had been a long time since she had seen a book. Every day, she had to avoid genetically mutated animals and plants, and she had to be wary of other humans with ill intentions snatching her supplies. Now, let alone novels to read, she could even read an advertisement page of a newspaper and be mesmerized.

“The engagement was clearly set by the male lead and Mo Xue, but in the end, it had to be carried by the supporting actress, Mo Yu. It would be good if she really enjoyed the life of a wealthy family, but she had just come back from the countryside and had to marry someone in a coma. How tragic,” Mo Yu complained as she read the novel.

“The fake daughter of a small noble family, the real daughter of a big noble family. If I were the supporting actress, I would also be envious and jealous of the female lead. However, this Mo Yu is too extreme. Just because she was jealous and resentful of Mo Xue, she abused someone in a coma. In the end, she simply ended up with a bad ending. However, if only they could change the name of the vicious supporting actress.”

Although she kept complaining about the contents of the novel, Mo Yu was still unwilling to put down the novel. “I’ll continue reading after I get back. The plot is actually not bad. The supporting character, Mo Yu, is mentally twisted because she’s jealous of Mo Xue. Gu Lian was still aware of his surroundings even though he was in a coma, so the first thing he did when he woke up was to deal with the vicious supporting character who abused him. I’m already looking forward to the male lead’s rise to dominate the business world!”

After Mo Yu finished reading more than half of it, she stood up in satisfaction and planned to return to her residence to continue reading.

In the next second, Mo Yu’s vision turned black.

Oh no, she hadn’t eaten anything for a day and had been squatting for so long. Her blood sugar was low.

The second before she fell, Mo Yu did not forget to protect the novel in her arms.

When she opened her eyes again, the environment was no longer ruins and tattered sheds. She was in an extremely luxurious hospital ward.

Was the apocalypse just a dream? Was she sent to the hospital by a kind person now? Mo Yu touched her head in confusion. The next second, she felt a pain in her scalp. When she pulled her hand out, she saw that she was still holding the needle of a syringe in her hand. The blood on it was probably because she had poked herself.

After Mo Yu confirmed that there was no medicine within the needle and she was healthy, she looked around the ward.

It was a clean single room with bright windows. Looking down from above, it seemed to be around the 17th floor. There was no way to jump down if she wanted to escape. She had to go to the corridor to take a look later.

A handsome man was lying on the bed. There were various detectors at the head of the bed, and there was a bouquet of flowers on the bedside table beside him. The card on it said, “Wishing Gu Lian a speedy recovery.”

Wait! His name was Gu Lian?

Mo Yu suddenly stared at the card and searched again with uncertainty. On the information card by the bed, it was shockingly written:

[Name: Gu Lian, Gender: Male, Age: 26

Symptoms: Nerve damage caused by car accident. Currently unconscious.]

Mo Yu could not help but laugh. No wonder when she woke up, she found that there were no injuries on her body. The environment of the hospital was surprisingly good, and there were no signs of danger around her.

It turned out that she had transmigrated. And the world she had transmigrated to was the novel she had just read.

After understanding these things, Mo Yu relaxed. If she was in the novel now, and Gu Lian was still in a vegetative state beside her, then her identity could only be Mo Yu or Mo Xue. But at the beginning, she had a needle in her hand, but it did not have a syringe or have medicine on it. Then, she could only want to use the needle to stab someone.

Thinking of this, Mo Yu sighed and glanced at Gu Lian who was lying on the bed.

“How tragic. It wasn’t easy for me to be reborn, but I became cannon fodder. You’re lucky. You can win lying down.”

“According to my current status, I should call you ‘Hubby’. If you can suffer for me, I’ll do the lying down for you!”

As soon as Mo Yu finished speaking, she felt her vision go dark and he could not see anything.

Not only that, but she could not hear anything clearly. Her body was out of her control, but her sense of touch was still there. However, she could only feel the soft bed under her. She was like a puppet lying flat in a black box filled with cotton.