Cultivation Quick Transmigration: The Believer Girl is Lacking Money and Morals

The world came to a standstill overnight. Electricity went out; water was cut off; the internet and communications became useless. Cities were paralyzed, and order collapsed.

What was Mo Chenchen's situation at that time?

For the first three days, Mo Chenchen hid in her university dormitory and managed to get by with the food she had stocked up in the closet.

Instant noodles, biscuits, chocolate, various kinds of dried meat, canned goods, bottled water... a whole cabinet full.

Her roommates used to make fun of her a lot, saying that her closet looked like a refugee warehouse. While other people's closets were full of beautiful clothes, cosmetics, and bags, hers was just filled with junk.

How could they understand? A child who grew up fighting for food in an orphanage has an almost pathological obsession with food.

Not having new clothes to wear might just mean they're not as nice to look at; but not having food could be deadly.

She still remembers when she was three years old, a natural disaster took away all her family members. No one was willing to take her in, and she was eventually sent to an orphanage. That place was more realistic and cruel than the cold society outside.

The group of more than thirty children who went together were all survivors of the natural disaster. They were originally the apple of their parents' eyes, but once they arrived there, they were nothing.

They were crammed into rooms with iron bars according to their age, like a group of small animals waiting to be distributed. The rooms were covered with floor mats, and the children, wearing diapers, crawled around, crying for their mothers. Even when their voices were hoarse from crying, no one held them for long.

There was just one volunteer, watching from afar, letting them cry and make a scene as long as no one died.

Later she understood that there were too many orphans and too few people, so this was the cruelest way to make the children realize the reality as quickly as possible: crying and making a fuss was useless here, they could only rely on themselves.

Food was a matter of fighting for. She was a three-year-old girl, thin and weak, but in a room full of children her age, she could manage to get half a meal by being clever and tenacious. But later, when she was with the older children, it became increasingly difficult to get food, and going hungry was a common occurrence.

So she learned to read people's expressions and to please the director and the volunteer aunties, trying her best to become the "least annoying" child, so that she could occasionally get an extra half cookie or a sip of hot soup.

I grew up stumbling along like this, and with hard work and part-time jobs, I finally got into university. I thought I could slowly start a new life, but then even harder days came.

Those who had stored food at home were alright, but those who didn't had to go out the next day to buy and search for it, which resulted in many deaths.

Later, many people spread rumors that there were black shadows in the fog, like snakes, and whoever touched them would die. Of course, these were just rumors; Mo Chenchen had never seen them, only heard about them.

Three days later, the other three people in the dormitory had run out of food and dared not go out to find more, so they all set their sights on her. Mo Chenchen still had some kind thoughts in her heart at that time, but when it came to food, she became a bit stingy, so she shared some with each person every day, just enough to keep them from starving to death.

Every time her roommates ate her food, they would say she was stingy, but Mo Chenchen couldn't refuse. Fortunately, the fog didn't last long; it returned to normal before she ran out of food, and the fog dissipated, turning into a light rain.

The group finally showed their long-lost smiles. The three roommates were able to survive by relying on her food, but they spread rumors about her among the classmates, saying that she was heartless and that she was cruel. This made her, who was already unpopular, even more isolated.

Even though Mo Chenchen doesn't usually talk much, she was still furious. The food she had eaten back then was so precious that it was like a lifesaver, but these people showed no gratitude and continued to slander her viciously.

In front of the whole class, Mo Chenchen directly started fighting with the three people, aiming her attacks at the most painful spots on their bodies. She fought against three people single-handedly and was not at a disadvantage at all, even though she came from an orphanage.

Finally, the four of them were taken to the office. Unsurprisingly, Mo Chenchen was lectured and told that it was wrong of her to resort to violence. Is Mo Chenchen weak-willed? No, how could someone from an orphanage be weak-willed?

She only knew the rules of the world: as an orphan, no one would take you seriously. Even if you made a fuss, what could you do? You couldn't fight city hall. That's reality.

If you ask what she regrets the most, it would be her face. She wasn't bad-looking; in fact, you could say she was quite pretty. She also had a good figure, and quite a few guys pursued her in college.

In the apocalypse, beautiful women who lack the ability to protect themselves often suffer a fate worse than death.

To avoid becoming a commodity in men's hands, to avoid becoming a plaything for men, Mo Chenchen ruthlessly branded her face with a red-hot iron plate. That was in the third year of the apocalypse.

She still remembers the excruciating pain on her face and the smell of burning flesh.

In the apocalypse, medical care and medicine were scarce, and her face did not receive timely treatment. It later became inflamed, ulcerated, and even oozed pus. She had a high fever for several days and almost met her demise.

In the end, she survived only because she was ruthless and used a hot iron to sterilize herself again.

But her face was completely ruined, grotesque and terrifying. She became an ugly monster that everyone feared and drove away.

From that time on, no one dared to make a move on her. In fact, no one could stand even looking at her.

Her life became even more difficult. Everyone disliked and rejected her. All the dirty, tiring, and dangerous work fell to her, but when it came to dividing up the spoils, she received very little.

She watched those attractive women use their bodies and looks to gain protection, food, and water, and a twisted envy arose in her heart.

If... if I hadn't been disfigured, wouldn't I be spared this miserable life? So what if I'm slept with by men? Could I possibly suffer from hunger or living like a dog?

They couldn't afford to live, yet they were unwilling to die. They lingered on, suffering from hunger and cold, their bodies and minds exhausted.

She was tired, really tired.

The fifteen years of the apocalypse eroded all her hope for life, leaving only the instinct to survive alone.

Now, it seems even her survival instincts are exhausted. Perhaps she should just fall asleep, take a nap, and sleep...