A Spacefarer's Guide to Surviving on Rations

"Host's mental contamination level has exceeded the limit!" A shriek suddenly rang out in Lin Xiaoman's mind. She lounged in the back seat of a mecha, a lollipop in her mouth.

"I got a double-S in mental control at the top of the entire star system!" She waggled her tactical visor, sticky with candy. Mental contamination? Doesn't exist!

Before she could finish speaking, everything went black.

When she opened her eyes again, a horde of bizarre mutated creatures was roaring and charging at her.

"Warning! Warning! The Host is doomed!" A blood-red alert box popped up.

"System, are you in the wrong story?" The rancid stench of the zombie horde in the distance mixed with the acrid smell of acid rain. "I got a double-S in strategic simulation at the Interstellar Academy!"

She's a sweet little pacifist, but... Lin Xiaoman clenched her fists and charged in, knocking every one of them dead with a single punch.

She shook the unidentified gunk off her hands in disgust and decided she should find a decent weapon next time.

Just then, a book she'd seen on a forum the night before suddenly flashed through her mind: the story of a cannon-fodder female supporting character who was devoured by a zombie horde.

She had no idea which kind soul had even turned it into a full-dive projection, but the girl being eaten looked strangely like her.

Lin Xiaoman suddenly shivered...

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