Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Once it grew into a massive creature, the rope became a joke in comparison, but the elephant never attempted to break free again.

It had accepted the belief that “the rope cannot be broken,” illustrating “learned helplessness.”

Most traditional methods of raising girls were, in fact, a form of benevolent sexist confinement.

Using gentler protection than a rope, it silently nurtured women’s helplessness, amplifying their perceived weakness.

These ideas stemmed from social and familial values ingrained in women’s minds.

Even women themselves came to accept that they were not as smart as men, that they were weaker, and that their value relied on the existence of another person.

“I’m a woman, so I need to rely on a man. I’m weak and need constant comfort and meticulous care.”

“I’m afraid of loneliness, I need someone to keep me company.”

“Don’t study difficult subjects like engineering, don’t work hard; ambition doesn’t suit girls.”

“When your youth is most valuable, successfully sell yourself, and then you have attained your greatest achievements.”

“After all, all that a woman needs to do is get married.”

No man would treat a woman as a respected adversary or collaborator.

Yet some women still choose partners based solely on whether or not they receive meticulous “affection.” Initially, there were men who satisfied this condition, but disappointment eventually followed.

“Why aren’t you as good to me as before? You don’t love me anymore!”

Women who never learned to be independent, or even embraced confinement, if suddenly pushed back into the wilderness, would be mercilessly devoured.

Ning Shu felt that Wu Xiaolan was like an animal raised in an enclosure who was then ruthlessly pushed into the wild.

Helpless and fearful, she struggled to adapt to this world, despite being a transmigrator.

She was still powerless and did not become extraordinary just by changing worlds.

This world was so cruel and cold.

Ning Shu glanced at Allen, who was riding the horse in front.

His posture was straight, and his silhouette exuded an aura of handsomeness.

Ning Shu rolled her eyes and focused on cultivating while pondering things.

This world seemed beyond repair, even if she completed her task.

There were countless transmigrators, as many as there were stars in the sky.

It felt futile to fix the world.

It was like a cup of water on a burning cart of firewood.

Even if she mended one loophole, countless others remained.

There were seriously too many loopholes.

The existence of these transmigrators kept damaging the world’s laws.

Forget it, no matter what, she still had to complete her task and complete it well. Furthermore, with how large this world was, maybe there would be a world origin.

Ning Shu absorbed spiritual energy fervently, enduring the pain in her dantian.

The current situation was pretty bad, so she had to force things. Once the situation improved, she’d give her dantian a chance to recover.

As Ning Shu cultivated, a lot of people on the street stared at Ning Shu, some pointing at her.

She ignored them, gripping the slightly cooled iron. Even if it was not scalding hot anymore, it was still a weapon.

The servant walking beside the carriage glared at Ning Shu with a sinister look in his eyes. One of his arms hung limply.

Ning Shu glanced at him only briefly before turning her focus elsewhere.

In the story, Allen had given Wu Xiaolan to this servant.

He then shared the use of Wu Xiaolan with many others, then sold her.

Throughout this entire ordeal, Wu Xiaolan couldn’t put up any sort of resistance.

If it were said that these people were utterly evil, then Wu Xiaolan was hopelessly weak.

After all, her status was lower than a servant’s, akin to livestock.