Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Allen chuckled. “Oh, I forgot you can’t understand me.”

He rang a bell, and shortly after, a knock came at the door.

Ning Shu eyed the entrance intently, gripping the branding iron tightly.

Although it had cooled down somewhat, having a weapon would still increase her damage a bit more.

With her current level of strength, she wasn’t strong enough to pry apart the bars of the cage, but it was enough for her to defend herself.

The door opened, revealing several muscular, shirtless men with protruding muscles and shaved heads.

Allen snapped his fingers. “Move her to the carriage. If she misbehaves, teach her a lesson.”

The muscular men immediately approached Ning Shu.

Ning Shu tightly grasped the branding iron, calmly observing them.

In the end, the strong men just lifted the cage.

Ning Shu didn’t attack them since she didn’t feel that her life was in danger. Her primary task was to receive the storyline.

Allen, carrying a massive sword, led the way out of the room.

The cage was carried out of the room. At the auction house’s main entrance, a black, horse-like creature awaited.

However, its entire body was pitch-black; it looked more like a demonic beast.

Ning Shu was placed onto a carriage.

Allen flipped himself onto the horse’s back.

Ning Shu crouched in the cage, examining the surrounding architecture.

Ning Shu felt as if she had entered a fairytale world with its magnificent buildings and gallant knights.

But she had become a slave to be branded.

Ning Shu gripped the branding iron tensely while trying to receive the storyline in the fastest speed possible.

At the same time, she also cultivated.

This was a world of magic, with extremely complex races including humans, graceful elves, and powerful, evil dragons.

There were dwarves skilled in forging, mermaids skilled in enchantment, beast-man empires composed of various races, and countless demonic beasts.

This world was incredibly vast, teeming with diverse life forms, creating a mesmerizing yet perilous world.

However, this world was also extremely complicated. Due to its unusual location, there were so many transmigrators in this world they could be picked up like stray dogs.

If it was said the Qing dynasty had been punched through by transmigrators like a screen, with countless young ladies flocking to the cold-faced King Yongzheng, seeking to melt the Ice King with love and transform him into a loving, loyal partner…

In the same manner, this world had been punched through by transmigrators to the point there were as many holes as there were stars in the sky.

Transmigrators naturally had their superiority complex after transmigrating, and the original inhabitants of this world weren’t foolish either.

This world had refined, systematic methods in place to identify transmigrated individuals.

For instance, someone confirmed to be dead suddenly resurrected, and when they woke up turned into a complete imbecile, most likely signified they were an otherworlder.

Or a person’s personality changing drastically after a nap.

If their behavior was completely different from the past, behaving and speaking oddly, or they believed themselves to be irresistibly kawaii, then they were likely a replaced soul.

Essentially, there were numerous methods to detect foreign souls.

Those claiming memory loss were the most suspicious.

Ha ha…

Actually, being recognized as a transmigrator wasn’t that bad. The real issue was…

The original inhabitants of this world had discovered that these transmigrators often possess abilities beyond that of ordinary people.

For instance, some had precious artifacts, and others had unique talents like clairvoyance or extraordinary powers.

In essence, the people who transmigrated often had cheats, and the original inhabitants soon realized this.