Transmigration: A Farm Girl's Brocade - Chapter 12 - Mother is a White Lotus_1

One day, billions of young and middle-aged people around the world were pulled into an underground palace survival game.

If you want to survive, you have to fight with dungeon creatures to get resources.

When others are struggling to kill a mosquito, Liu Yang has acquired the skill of instant kill…

[You slashed at the underground palace ant, and the instant kill skill was triggered, and the underground palace ant died. 】

[Congratulations for killing an ant in the underground palace and getting wood x1. 】

[You cut off the tail of the underground palace mouse with one knife, the instant kill skill is triggered, and the underground palace mouse dies. 】

[Congratulations for killing the underground palace mouse, get stone x3, small map x1, apple x3, and spiritual energy x1. 】

[You hit the butt of the wild boar with one arrow, the instant kill skill is triggered, and the wild boar dies. 】

[Congratulations for killing the violent wild boar, you get an ordinary wooden home upgrade scroll x1, and spiritual energy x1. 】

……

So, Liu Yang took off.

When others are still exploring carefully, he is armed to the teeth and invincible.

When others were beaten to death for a piece of bread, he traded so much food with others.

Even with fine wine in hand, beautiful woman in her arms, so chic…

ps: This work is very different from other survival genres. Please do not substitute the settings of other works when watching.

- Description from novelbuddy

Waking up, Kim Hajin finds himself in a familiar world but an unfamiliar body.

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.

Light and color, sound and scent;Clothing, food, shelter, transportation, smartphones, computers;Burning, freezing, friction, explosion, thunder, rain, growth, decay;All material changes and chemical phenomena;Our bodies, our thoughts, our world—were all built upon electromagnetic interactions!Whoever could control electromagnetic forces, they would be the tyrant who dominated the world!However, electromagnetism is too profound for us, so let us start by learning how to “Discharge”...