Wang Bing was hospitalized.
With a perfectly reasonable and hilarious excuse, she successfully got herself admitted to the hospital’s emergency room.
Twenty-five consecutive losses in Honor of Kings! In the second before Wang Bing lost consciousness, she didn’t think there was anything wrong with her.
Who could possibly keep their cool after that?
In a daze, she heard a merciless laugh.
“How awful! How could anyone laugh at her, a poor college student!”
But Wang Bing couldn’t say a word. Her consciousness felt as though it had been stirred into thick glue and stuck fast.
“Hey, you fragile college student. Would you like to try a quick-transmigration system?”
An irritating voice kept buzzing in her ear.
Wang Bing did understand the gist of what the voice was saying.
As a college student with a deep love of literature, she was already quite familiar with imaginative stories about systems, transmigration, rebirth, and the like.
“Are you a System?” Wang Bing struggled to ask the question that came from the depths of her soul.
That electronic voice suddenly sounded much more pleasant.
“That’s right. I’m a quick-transmigration System.”
Wang Bing suddenly thought: Who else had gotten so angry they died, only to run into a System? Wasn’t that a standard protagonist setup?
But just in case, she was the only child in her family, after all.
Although she usually ate dog food by the ton at home, and her two “caretakers” were very hands-off with her, she was still their biological child. Even though Wang Bing often wanted to die, she only ever thought about it.
“I do missions for you, and then I can come back? Like in novels, where you do several missions and return here to find that only a second has passed?”
As a seasoned bookworm, Wang Bing knew all those tropes like the back of her hand.
However, every book had its own tropes.
“No. Although each mission takes only ten minutes in the real world, you’ll get paid for every mission you complete. You’ll return to reality to rest for five to ten days.”
The System answered Wang Bing’s questions leisurely, looking in no hurry at all. Wang Bing felt a little uneasy. This System seemed so laid-back, just like her.
Would this combination really work?
But she was already in this state, and the System had shown up anyway.
Wang Bing couldn’t feel her body. She thought back to the moment she’d been so enraged she’d passed out.
And she hesitated again.
The System accurately picked up on the change in Wang Bing’s thoughts.
“Host, our rewards include not only cash, but also all kinds of mysterious Items.”
Wang Bing was won over by the cash and mysterious Items.
As a “poor” college student who was broke by the end of every month, she really needed them, okay?
But she still had to ask for details, like...
“How much is the pay? What are the mysterious rewards?” This was just about reasonably protecting her legal rights.
The System popped up a... contract.
Can you believe it? This System was so lazy it couldn’t even be bothered to talk.
As a woman who couldn’t even be bothered to look at her homework, Wang Bing read the entire A4-sized contract, word by word.
She had no choice. It was offering her money.
“The pay ranges from 100,000 to 200,000.” Just that one line
was enough to make Wang Bing, who never had more than 2,000 yuan in her WeChat account, very tempted.
“Who needs a bicycle when the deal is this good? I could cry! This really is a conscience-stricken company.” In her mind, Wang Bing’s little self clutched a handkerchief, tears welling in her eyes.
“The mysterious rewards depend on what the worker needs, from most to least important. They might include a healthy body, intelligence points, and so on. You’ll receive different rewards each time you complete a mission.
Also, depending on the worker’s performance, if a mission is completed perfectly, the reward is 50 grams of small gold bars.”
Wang Bing wept.
This really was a company with a conscience.
Further down: “Since this is a Qing Dynasty Transmigration System, the Host may bring back two small items from each mission, such as hairpins, bracelets, thumb rings, and so on.”
“Where do I sign? If I hesitate any longer, I’ll be disrespecting money.” Wang Bing couldn’t wait to start working.
The System popped up another contract.
Wang Bing was dumbfounded.
How was this different from the novels she’d read?
This System was far too lawful. She wasn’t used to it.
She signed her full name.
Wang Bing felt herself suddenly transported onto an operating table.
“Where am I?” Wang Bing hugged herself and whimpered.
She’d read the contract very carefully when she signed it. There hadn’t been anything about this! Had she signed some kind of exploitative contract?
The System watched the data fluctuate and felt a little troubled by this Host.
“This is the System Space. You’ll learn about your mission targets here,” the System promptly explained, afraid she’d think it was a human trafficker.
As if anyone would kidnap a fragile little shark!
It might be a System, but it couldn’t stand being slandered like that.
Wang Bing immediately lowered her arms and began wandering around the System Space.
“So high-tech!” Wang Bing liked it more and more the longer she looked.
The System silently grumbled: And yet someone just thought this was a human dissection lab. Hmph, women.
“Let’s go over your mission first, shall we?” The System was still quite professional.
Wang Bing agreed. She couldn’t take the money without doing any work. That wasn’t the style of adorable college students like them.
She obediently sat down on the large sofa beside her.
“Here’s the situation. As you already know, we’re the Qing Dynasty Transmigration Department. So our mission targets could be anyone from Hong Taiji to the imperial harem of Puyi.”
Seeing Wang Bing frown, the System offered some rare reassurance. “It’s okay. We’re the Qing Dynasty Transmigration Department, not the Qing Dynasty Transmigration Favorite Consort Department. You can do whatever you want, as long as you fulfill the original host’s wish. After that, you’re free to improvise.”
Wang Bing was quite pleased, but said, “I’d like to, but I need the brains for it.”
She was just a college student who lived for food and fun, with a head full of water. T_T
“We have lots of support Items, and they’re not expensive. You can take a look when the time comes. Our main goal is completing the mission, so it doesn’t matter how capable you are.”
The System said indifferently.
“My full name is the Quick-Transmigration Support System. The mission I’ve taken on now is a Qing Dynasty Transmigration one. But the miniature worlds of the Qing Dynasty don’t always match history exactly.
They could also be based on television shows or novels. So there’s nothing to take too seriously; you don’t need to worry. We have plenty of Items, so use them with confidence. You just need to complete the mission.”
Hearing that, it seemed a little better.
Wang Bing felt ready to take it on again.