The Frail, Hated One in the Apocalypse: Maxed-Out Counterattacks, Crushing Everyone

Rated F-class good-for-nothing, with the entire post-apocalyptic world lining up to watch me die. But they don’t know my power is a god-tier authority over causality: damage reflection at a hundredfold! Touch a single hair on my head, and I’ll pay you back a hundred times over, straight to your grave!

After transmigrating into a post-apocalyptic wasteland, Su Jianyue becomes an unwanted punching bag, abandoned by her family and shoved in front of a tide of zombies. In this dog-eat-dog world, her vicious teammates steal her supplies, her awful relatives drain her blood and marrow, and all the city’s prodigies wait to see how this delicate girl will die.

But then: the Corpse King swipes at her, and the vicious squad leader’s limbs explode on the spot. Her awful stepmother slaps her, only to suffer a crushing fracture of her own hand. A wealthy-family prodigy unleashes a psychic attack, only to be stunned into a drooling idiot!

Su Jianyue clutches her chest, eyes rimmed red, and speaks in a pitiful, faux-innocent voice: “Waaah, that was so scary. How did you all just explode on your own?” The villains collectively break down and spit blood: “Please stop pretending! Which one of us is the real disaster here?”

A cold-blooded war god silently hands her a knife. “Your hands look lovely when they tremble, my lady. Who would you like to see hurt themselves next?”

[Sweet schemer and drama queen + everyone’s self-inflicted suffering + deeply satisfying face-slapping + devoted mutual love, both untouched] Click through to see how this max-level “human pincushion” ricochets her way across the wasteland, leaving destruction in her wake!