It's Just Quick Transmigration. If I'm Not the One Acting Crazy, No One Gets to Live

The previous book was Sixies Widow with Three Kids: In the Apocalypse, the White Lotus Scavenges Junk.

The main character is still An Duo. If you want to read what happens next, come on over!

A different story with the same protagonist

“Gong, how long have we been drifting?”

The rusty coin blinked in confusion.

[Ten years? Fifty years? Maybe a hundred?]

Well...

Still the same useless System you can’t count on for anything.

When An Duo died, Gong should have broken free and bound itself to a new Host. But at the last moment, its brain glitched, and it traded everything the two of them owned for An Duo’s life.

It never expected to run out of energy halfway through its escape and become lost in the void.

So the soul and the System drifted aimlessly through the void.

After who knew how many years in a daze, An Duo had gradually gone mad and violent. She was slaughtering everyone in sight when she spotted a glittering object flying toward her.

Her brain, unused for years, was slow to react. She opened her mouth on instinct.

“Nom!”

Burp.

The sleeping Gong suddenly let out a piercing shriek.

[All you ever do is eat! I’m here to collect you!]

Still confused, An Duo closed her eyes and promptly passed out.

When she opened them again, she was in a dilapidated palace?

Oh my god, this had to be a dream.

No, no, her heart was racing.

Gong: [It’s just quick transmigration. We’ve got this.]

Quick transmigration?

Was that really a job for an ordinary working stiff?

She patted her pockets. Her savings were substantial.

But looking at Gong, who was completely broke,

there was nothing to say. She was practically in tears. She bowed her head and got to work.

The cold palace? Nobody stop her from running away.

The apocalypse? Big shot, want a wife?

A terrible old woman? No thanks, she’d rather shine on her own.

Palace intrigue? Heh, she could survive at least one episode.