Mu Ning was feeling rather annoyed lately. She sat in the back of a large truck heading out of the base, wearing a big fisherman's hat, and had no desire to interact with the group of people around her who were laughing and joking around.

She remained silent, clutching the newly issued wooden gun in her hands.

Occasionally, because the carriage was shaking so violently, she couldn't help but look up and turn around to look at the direction they were traveling in. All she could see were dilapidated and crumbling houses.

Just a few months ago, it was a bustling and vibrant residential area, but now it looks like trash abandoned in an old time.

All she wanted was to live a good life.

This game is way too hard!

Mu Ning held the wooden gun, hoping to draw a bit of courage from the weapon.

Mu Ning is a second-year statistics major at the Imperial Fourth Military Academy.

In other words, her future career path after graduation will be in logistics management or clerical positions, which has virtually nothing to do with military combat.

However, their school has always taken a very relaxed approach to participating in the eight-school exchange program: drawing lots.

It's all her bad luck; out of thousands of students in the whole school, she managed to be chosen in the lottery.

But isn't the school being a bit too careless?

How could I trust her to come?

For the sake of the eight-school exchange program, she had temporarily renewed her coursework and taken courses she shouldn't have been exposed to in the first place, such as mecha combat, starships, and mecha piloting. She initially thought she was doing quite well, but then—

Now, whenever Mu Ning recalls the trauma she suffered from playing games the night before the official start of the eight-school exchange, she feels that the eight-school exchange must be terrifying!

As a clerical student, I was incredibly lucky to even get a score in the last game!

Then, at the start of this round, she began to wonder if she had been having an exceptionally good run of luck lately.

The score was enough to give me a superpowered identity, and then I randomly got a speed superpower, which is perfect for escaping and saving my life. Not bad.

Even her birthplace was incredibly lucky, landing her right there in the base.

The character has a family connection; she is the niece of a high-ranking official, so she had no worries about food and drink from the very beginning.

This kind of background made her decide to follow her relatives in high positions, which was perfect for a newbie like her!

However, as time went on and she came into contact with more and more things, Mu Ning increasingly realized that the future of this camp was worrying.

Her original idea was to rely on a powerful figure for support and get through the year.

But now it seems like we can't possibly make it through!

What kind of nonsense is this?!

She never expected that she would be sent out this time!

On the surface, they pretended to be collecting grain from the granary, but in reality, they were ambushing and killing the grain on the way back of some troublesome groups. Finally, they would leave those troublesome groups who failed in their missions and died to the zombies outside the city.

In return, they also received the firearms that the base had been reluctant to use.

If she hadn't seen the people standing behind her uncle afterward, Mu Ning probably would have thought the mission would have been successful.

Mu Ning couldn't help but shudder when she recalled Julian and his son sitting with a smile on their faces when her uncle assigned her a task.

In particular, her uncle patted her on the shoulder in front of the two of them and earnestly told her, "It's all up to you!"

Mu Ning: ? ? ?

Uncle, look at that handsome middle-aged man next to you who's smiling maliciously, and the young man next to him—they're all troublemakers!

Your base has been infiltrated, what use am I to you? QAQ!

Thinking this, when she met Julian's gaze, Mu Ning gave an awkward yet polite smile...

"Doesn't it look cool with this rocket launcher on my shoulder?"

"Awesome! Ugh, I'm not so good at this, I only got a rifle~"

"Ha, with these safeguards, they'll never get back!"

Disturbed, Mu Ning could still hear the conversations of her fellow passengers. None of them seemed to feel anything was wrong with the mission, and they had no psychological burden at all.

Don't you feel sad?

"What?"

Everyone noticed that this young girl, who seemed to have "connections," had been sitting quietly in a corner since getting on the bus, appearing unwilling to talk to anyone. But now she suddenly spoke up.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable killing people instead of slaying zombies?"

"Ha! What are you saying, little girl? Is murder illegal these days?"

Mu Ning: "...?"

"Besides, if you take on this mission and then don't do it, your whole family will go hungry. How are you going to support them?"

Mu Ning: "..."

Ah, life forces us to be.

"Pah! 'A whole family'? Yang Laowu, you're all alone now, and you still have the nerve to lie to that young girl!"

Mu Ning: "..."

Just as Mu Ning was stumped by the big man's question, she overheard someone next door exposing her shortcomings, saying that the other person had been lying all along, leaving her speechless.

The woman who had just exposed the man's lie stared at Mu Ning with interest and asked, "Is this the first time this young lady has done something like this?"

"The first time?" Mu Ning immediately realized, "Could it be that this has happened before?"

"Ah... I guess so." The woman fiddled with her specially painted black nails. "It's just that it's never been on this scale before."

“These days, everyone has their own way of living. They think they can live freely and without being controlled just because they are capable. But ordinary people also want to eat, drink, and live a safe life every day. Is that okay? If you live in the base, you have to accept the constraints. If you can't accept them, then don't stay in the base.”

Every word the woman said made sense, but she romanticized the oppression and control exerted by the higher-ups over those below, only saying that the players wanted freedom and were not subject to discipline. If Mu Ning hadn't witnessed it with her own eyes, she would have believed it.

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