Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 751: Such Sweet Honey to My Tongue

After taking a nice long nap, when Ning Shu woke up again, the first thing she did was pick up the water pot to water her plants. Then she used a dust cloth to wipe all the dust from the bookshelf. Although there wasn’t any dust in the system space, she still cleaned the space earnestly.

The most lamentable part out of all of this was that she couldn’t sweat in her spiritual state. If she was able to sweat, it would’ve felt a lot more refreshing.

After working up a lack of sweat, Ning Shu said to 2333, “Let’s look at how many points we got this time.”

“Alright.”

The stats panel appeared in front of Ning Shu.

Number: 2333

Name: Ning Shu (Primary Task-Taker)

Age: 27

Experience: 170000 (+30000)

Soul: 200

Life: 60

Intelligence: 80

Charm: 3

Luck: 34

Mental Strength: 120

Martial Arts: 40

Faith: 1

Aptitude: 26

Merit: 15 (+20)

Abilities: Five Rings Shooting Skill, Trashy Combat Skill, Trashy Beginner of Unsurpassable Martial Arts

Acquired Titles: Goddess of War, Altruistic Ancestor

Halos: Benevolent Mother of the World (Empress’s blessing), Model Worker Sis (Chen Xi’s blessing), Chief Halo (Cao’s blessing)

Completed Wishes: Discharge her duties properly as an NPC. Make it so that Flowing Cool Breeze couldn’t easily make use of her and for him to no longer be able to stay in this game world.

Task Completion Degree: 80%

Gained 5 attribute points.

Ning Shu saw that the task completion degree was only eighty percent and there were only thirty thousand experience points this time. This was the lowest score she had gotten since becoming an official task-taker, and she only gained five attribute points compared to the twenty-five she had last time.

She pressed her lips together. The task this time was a failure. As expected, it had been a bad idea to decide things on her own. The original host wanted to be a dutiful NPC, but she had made the original host leave her post.

From her standpoint, this seemed like a very good way of living, but it wasn’t necessarily the case for the original host. The original host was code that lived relying on the game’s main system. Leaving that role put her in a terrifying world that she couldn’t understand.

Hence such sweet honey to my tongue was another’s arsenic.