From BOSS to Canon Fodder: She is Currently Out of Service!

Chapter 3: Chapter 2: Rebirth in the Age of Mecha

The King Yan decides who dies at midnight, who dares to keep someone alive till dawn? Similarly, if an overbearing menopause aunt decides you’re going to time travel, who dares not go?

Su Jiameng didn’t really want to time travel, but unfortunately, fate seems determined to joke with her ╮(╯▽╰)╭

The overuse of Telekinesis had a significant impact on her, not to mention that she overtaxed her Telekinesis to control the simultaneous detonation of at least tens of thousands of mecha on an abandoned planet! Even as a spiritual power master at Level NIne, she couldn’t handle it. She felt spiritually exhausted like never before.

Those feelings engulfed her like a tide, with massive waves seemingly trying to shatter her muscles...

She didn’t know how long it had been, but her numb senses gradually recovered. With eyes closed, she listened and seemed to hear the faint but real heartbeat in her left chest. She’s... still alive? Survived such a violent explosion?

She laughed bitterly to herself, considering she was like a cockroach, indestructible little strong. She battled against the Insect Race and survived, and even under such a planet-destroying self-detonation... she didn’t die. If she had such resilience in her first life, she wouldn’t have had that miserable second life.

She wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt as heavy as if filled with lead. After much effort, she finally opened a slit, and her blurry vision cleared. Eventually, she saw a gray and rudimentary, unfamiliar ceiling... this environment is so unfamiliar. She tried to smile wryly, but found she couldn’t, nor did she have the strength for self-mockery.

After resting for a bit, she slowly sat up, and a wave of nausea hit her brain, making her want to lie back immediately. She stopped all movements to stabilize herself a bit, at least to avoid the embarrassment of collapsing to the ground.

”Where... is this place?” Su Jiameng got up barefoot; her soles on the cement floor felt no chill, as if these legs weren’t her own. She had fought against the Insect Race and lost a leg, having walked with a prosthetic for a time until a special medicine regenerated her limb. But that sensation of not feeling her limbs was deeply ingrained in her memory...

And now, her legs, though unbroken, felt similar to using prosthetics back then.

Holding onto the wall, she moved slowly, inch by inch, into a room that seemed like a bathroom, her movements painfully slow like those of a seventy-or eighty-year-old woman at death’s door. Uh oh~~ (╯﹏╰)b, that’s not quite right, remembering in the future world, an average person’s lifespan exceeded two hundred, and powerful Mecha Masters could live to five or six hundred... Based on her former prowess, seventy or eighty was just entering her prime years.

The mirror was quite large but poorly made, with six or seven cracks running through it, making her worry it would give out at any moment. Through the less-than-perfect mirror, she saw ”her” appearance clearly.

The person in the mirror wasn’t very old, looking only about fifteen or sixteen, but she lacked any youthful vivacity that a girl her age should have and appeared rather gloomy with very pronounced eye bags. Thin as a rail, seemingly malnourished, with skin that’s sallow with a tinge of gray. Her facial structure was still delicate, yet because she was so thin, it made her look more like a slightly fuller skeleton.

Su Jiameng tugged the corners of her mouth at the mirror’s image and then went silent. Better not smile looking like this... quite frightening.

Seeing this body’s condition, she knew she had time-traveled again, rather than surviving that planetary explosion disaster. Given the state of this body now, she knew she had to act, or she wouldn’t last long.

Supporting herself on the sink and moving out slowly, her peripheral vision suddenly caught something that shouldn’t be there. Raising her arms slightly, she saw a very familiar little gadget on the wrist of the mirror image... isn’t this a Smart Brain?

She closed her eyes tightly, and upon reopening them, she firmly stated, ”Open Smart Brain!”

As soon as she finished speaking, a virtual screen popped up in front of her, and she was so shocked she stepped back, sitting on the ground, her too-thin back hitting the wall, causing her physical pain, but compared to the shock in her heart, such pain was negligible.

She couldn’t accept this reality before her! Why couldn’t she just die!

Could it be... she’s still in a virtual game world? Heavens, haven’t these years tortured her enough? Let whoever loves time travel go, she doesn’t care! Crossing into an online game world, being neither NPC nor player, feeling that all parents, relatives, and partners are just data, who could truly understand? Being dismissed as a game character by players, no matter how much bitter distress she held, there was no one who could hear...