Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 2466: People’s Pain All Originated From Desire

Ning Shu also donned mourning clothes.

In all the worlds that Ning Shu had experienced, the people of this village seemed to have the purest hearts that she’s encountered.

These people didn’t have much ambition and lived in seclusion. There were no exquisite jewelry, no beautiful clothes, and no brothels.

They headed out to work at sunrise, then went to rest at sundown. Their lives were extremely simple.

As expected, people’s pain all originated from desire, from struggling to obtain what they desired.

They struggled within the thralls of love and hate.

Of the causes of suffering identified by Buddha including association with the unpleasant, separation from the beloved, when one cannot obtain what one desires—much suffering came from not being able to obtain what one desired.

Throughout the ages, from high-ranking officials to ordinary people, they subject themselves to the torture that was desire.

They spent time and effort scheming, plotting, and using all sorts of tricks in the open and in the shadows, only to end up ruining their own lives.

However, Ning Shu realized that even she herself couldn’t help but desire. She desired to live, to be able to construct a world that belonged to her.

After the funeral, the seven-year-old successor became the high priest and moved into the high priest’s residence next to the ancestral temple.

Whenever Ning Shu had free time, she would make some tasty food for the little high priest.

However, the high priest never had to make food for himself. The families in the village would take turns delivering food to him.

All the best food of each family was offered to the high priest.

Ning Shu would often visit the high priest. After all, she had been asked by the deceased high priest to look after this little one. Since the weather was getting cold, she made some extra clothes for him.

Although the days were monotonous, Ning Shu felt at peace.

No matter how lively one’s days were, it would return to such peace in the end. The exception was that you died before this time.

Ning Shu wondered, if one day, she would be sitting in a rocking chair and watching her own world slowly change. Watching, as the white clouds rolled across the skies, forming countless unknown possibilities.

It would definitely be awesome…

However… When in the world would she finally be able to get all those fricking world origin powers?

“Ding. Task complete. Would you like to leave the task world?” A mechanical voice appeared. It wasn’t 2333’s voice.

Ning Shu: 2333 was sleeping again?

Ning Shu silently sighed. The barrier stone was right in front of her, barely an arm’s length away, but she had no way of taking it.

Alas…

Ning Shu kissed Zhenzhen’s forehead. Hopefully, she’d grow up to be a strong child.

Then she hammered at her chest again. Dammit, the barrier stone!!

“Leave,” said Ning Shu.

Ning Shu felt a moment of dizziness, and the next time she opened her eyes, she was completely dumbstruck.

What the hell? Was this her system space??

Cracks that were as wide as a thumb covered the walls like spiderwebs.

Had there been an earthquake??

The system space was a mess. The bookshelf had fallen to the ground and books were sprawled out all over.

On the wall was a pitch-black hole.

Ning Shu: …

“What the hell is going on?” asked Ning Shu, dumbfounded.

“I will proceed to read 2333’s last words,” said the system mechanically.

Ning Shu: Last—last words?

“It pretty much took up all of my energy to prevent the system space from collapsing. As of now, the passageway to the fabricated space is closed. I’ve turned off all the functions that could be turned off to conserve energy and I will also be going into hibernation to save energy. Use the backup system to assist you in completing tasks.”

The CPU consumes a lot of energy to operate and the current 2333 did not have the extra energy to support it.

Ning Shu: …

What terrible luck!

Seriously, what other system ever experienced this many calamities?