Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 2925: Is This Real or Is It a Simulation?

Chapter 2925: Is This Real or Is It a Simulation?

Ning Shu transferred a small amount of spiritual energy into Yi Xiaodong.

It was gentle spiritual energy, not the aggressive fiery yang energy.

Spiritual energy could nourish the body.

This little bit of energy had taken her all night of cultivation to gather.

It was nearly dawn when Yi Xiaodong’s fever finally broke.

Ning Shu stretched her stiff neck, and after making sure Yi Xiaodong was sleeping peacefully, she asked 2333, “Why is this world still in the middle of a counterattack?”

“It’s exactly as you see. You failed before, so you have to do another counterattack,” 2333 replied.

“Is this real or is it a simulation?” Ning Shu asked. Why did this world still need a counterattack after all this time?

Had no one else managed to succeed?

“Maybe it feels like a long time to you, but for this plane, not much time has pa.s.sed. No one else has taken on this task, so you’ll have to complete it yourself,” 2333 explained.

Ning Shu let out a long breath. So it actually was a real world.

With her doubts resolved, Ning Shu sat cross-legged and began to cultivate.

The smell around her was unpleasant. The house was filled with cans, plastic bottles, and some metal sc.r.a.ps—items collected by the entrustor to sell for money.

Ning Shu planned to sell these items tomorrow. They cluttered the house, making it look even messier. The room was already small, and now with all this junk lying around, it was worse.

Just looking at it made her feel uncomfortable.

Living in a clean and bright room was important. It doesn’t have to be big or luxurious, but to not even have s.p.a.ce to move around was just too oppressive.

As the sun rose, Ning Shu cooked some porridge for Yi Xiaodong. He had been feverish all night and had sweated a lot, giving off a strong sweaty odor.

Yi Xiaodong held his bowl and ate by himself while Ning Shu used a cloth to wipe the sweat off his body.

He was really just like a little kid. In the future, she would have him do these things himself.

Even though he was young, she would just teach him slowly.

They were twins, but her brother was born with intellectual disabilities. Their father had been a driver for the headmaster of the aristocratic school but died in a car accident.

Their mother couldn’t handle the burden of raising two children, especially with one of them being mentally challenged, so she left.

There had been no word from her since, leaving the task of raising herself and her brother to Yi Xiaotong, the entrustor.

“You stay home and behave. I’m going to go sell these things,” Ning Shu said to Yi Xiaodong.

Yi Xiaodong nodded obediently, then lay back down after finis.h.i.+ng his meal.

Ning Shu packed the bottles, cans, and other recyclables into a burlap sack and carried it to the recycling station to sell.

It didn’t fetch much money, but it was enough to keep her and Yi Xiaodong going for a while.

Ning Shu then went to the supermarket and bought some discounted meat and vegetables.

She also bought some rice, which took up half of the money she had.

Life was already so tight, and now she had to plan for Yi Xiaodong’s art exhibition. It would be a difficult task.

On her way home, carrying the groceries, Ning Shu saw two men in suits standing in front of her small house.

Yi Xiaodong, dressed thinly, had come outside and was listening to the men, his face confused.

Ning Shu hurried over, put down the groceries, and called out to the man standing in front, “Princ.i.p.al, what brings you here?”

Princ.i.p.al Li, a man in his sixties, was the one who had allowed the Yi siblings to attend the aristocratic school.

The entrustor’s father had saved his life in the car accident, sparing him from death.

As a gesture of grat.i.tude, Princ.i.p.al Li had allowed the siblings to attend the prestigious school.

Translator: Kaho