Transmigrate into a Book Within a Book: The Young Educated Youth Farms Instead of Getting Cheated

She transmigrated from the apocalypse and, before she could figure out what was happening, found herself in the middle of a robbery and a rampage.

Had she transmigrated into a book? And what was with the two spirits by her side?

Why could one of them loot a body even after someone had fainted? The books it got were all about people connected to her: cannon fodder gifted a golden finger, a minor character, a stepping stone. Wasn’t she just a complete sucker?

She went out to pick up a little donkey for a ride, and someone immediately got suspicious. “Uncle, I really didn’t steal the donkey!”

Even the birds outside the window were laughing at her. The donkey had followed her on its own, and she was still lying. What a liar.

All she wanted was a quiet life. She’d had her fill of fighting and killing in the apocalypse. But now she had to deal with being sent to the countryside, droughts, floods, and all kinds of natural and man-made disasters. Could she ever catch a break? At least she had a wood-element ability. If there was no food, she could secretly grow some. She couldn’t help it: farming was her skill, and no one else could imitate it.

But whoever was lurking in the shadows, stop drooling. You’re making so much noise you’ll scare my donkey.