Forced Teleportation

[The Place Where Brains Are Mortgaged]

[No CP, no system, no cheat abilities—everything depends on the protagonist working hard to obtain knowledge.]

[No melodramatic feuds, no petty family drama. The protagonist only wants to learn, grow stronger, and take control of her own life.]

[The protagonist is mostly a lone wolf, but she will cooperate with others and join organizations. However, everything is based on obtaining knowledge.]

[The Place Where the Author Gets Cursed.]

[Once you've cursed the author, please don't curse the protagonist too.]

The city remained noisy even after eleven at night.

The brightly lit skyscrapers and bustling streets and alleys all spoke of the city's prosperity.

However, everything in the world had two sides.

In one corner of the prosperous city, the buildings were low, with barely any lights. It was pitch-black.

This was the city's slums. The people here rarely used electricity, and some families did not even have electrical wiring.

In one house in the slums, whose door had not even been locked, everything looked just like the other houses: low, run-down, and dark in the night.

The ditch in front of the house gave off a pungent, foul smell.

Inside the room, apart from a cabinet that had collapsed because its legs were old, there was only a bed pieced together from steel pipes of different sizes.

At that moment, Lan Qingyou lay on the bed in blue-and-white striped hospital clothes, staring intently at the red aviation warning light flashing atop a skyscraper outside the window.

She wondered, If I stood up there and looked down, wouldn't it be beautiful and exhilarating?

She raised a hand and brushed back the slightly sticky hair on her forehead. Her cracked lips curved into a mocking smile.

It was as if she were truly standing atop that skyscraper.

Lan Qingyou was twenty years old.

Five years ago, she had still possessed a warm family that was not especially wealthy but had provided her with food and clothing without worry.

But everything changed after a car accident five years ago killed her parents and left both her legs paralyzed.

The drunk rich heir who had crashed into her family's car disappeared after paying compensation.

Her maternal grandmother and her uncle's family, whom she had originally trusted, had cared for her for five years, gained her confidence, stolen her parents' inheritance and most of the compensation, and then vanished.

Finally, three days ago, her caregiver colluded with her attending physician, took the rest of her compensation, and dumped her in these slums to die.

According to the caregiver, this was a long-abandoned room in the slums. Even if she died here, no one would discover it for a year.

She had eaten and drunk nothing over the past three days.

There was hardly any difference between that and waiting to die.

"You got what you wanted."

Lan Qingyou spoke the words hoarsely and with difficulty, then slowly closed her eyes and waited for death.

But just then, she heard two people talking outside.

"Are you sure it's here? The door isn't even locked?"

"Yeah. A few days ago, I saw a well-dressed man and woman come out of here. They must have hidden something valuable."

"Then let's go in and take a look. If there's nothing good, I'll deal with you."

As they spoke, the two men pushed open the door and entered the room.

Lan Qingyou then saw two men, one tall and one short.

The tall one looked very thin, with shifty eyes and a lecherous air, while the short one had a scar across his face and looked like a vicious sort.

In short, neither of them was any good.

"This is the good stuff you were talking about?"

With a slap, the scar-faced short man leaped up and struck the tall man across the face after seeing what was actually in the room.

"It—it counts as good stuff, I guess. At least she can be sold for a little money."

The lecherous tall man offered that explanation.

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"Bullshit. Look at the woman's clothes—they're from a hospital! If she was dumped here, she's not far from death. The Federal Hospital has plenty of cases like this every year. Let's go, let's go. Damn, what bad luck."

The scar-faced man glanced at Lan Qingyou, who was staring at him from the bed, spat disdainfully, and turned to leave.

Although she had been treated with contempt, Lan Qingyou did not care.

She closed her eyes again and quietly waited for death to arrive.

[After negotiations between the World Will of Karim Planet and Blue Star World Will, all humans on Blue Star between the ages of eighteen and fifty-five will be forcibly teleported to Karim Continent to expand its population and ease Blue Star's burden.]

"What the hell!? What's going on!?"

Suddenly, a toneless mechanical voice and the scar-faced short man's voice rang in Lan Qingyou's ears.

Then she felt her whole body grow weightless before landing on something soft.

A fresh, elegant fragrance unique to wood wafted into her nose.

Lan Qingyou slowly opened her eyes.

The pitch-black ceiling she had been unable to see had been replaced by warm yellow light, and the ceiling itself had changed into one made of solid wood.

Curious, she turned her head and looked around.

The room was about twenty square meters in size, with a slightly rounded shape.

The walls, ceiling, and floor were all decorated with strange dark-green patterns.

Under her was a bed padded with straw. Beside it was a low table about fifty centimeters high.

Mounted on the wall above the low table was an antique Hurricane Lamp that gave off light.

Inside the lamp, tiny yellow fireflies glowed and revolved like scattered stars.

Apart from these things, the room contained only a round glass window and a tightly closed door.

Was this the Karim Continent that voice had mentioned?

Aside from being brighter, it was no different from the slums before. She might as well just wait quietly for death.

After looking around the room, Lan Qingyou reached that conclusion and closed her eyes again.

After all, she had neither eaten nor drunk anything for three days and had no energy to think about other matters.

[Welcome to Karim Continent.]

[Karim Continent contains all kinds of monsters, magical turbulence, Mana Tides, and ever-changing climates. It is a dangerous world where even the air is saturated with abundant Magic Power.]

[If you wish to survive in this dangerous world, please remember the following:]

[One: A shelter protected by a Magic Protective Shield is the only safe place. Upgrade your shelter as quickly as possible. The higher its level, the stronger its protection.]

[Two: Everything depends on your own struggle and hard work.]

[Three: The shelter's Magic Desk has various functions. Make good use of it—it will greatly ease the pressure of survival.]

[Four: The coming week is a protection period. No powerful beasts or monsters will take the initiative to attack you, so you may safely go out to gather supplies.]

[Five: Material Treasure Chests will randomly appear in any corner of Karim Planet. They contain food, water, and various survival and daily necessities, but please do not rely too heavily on Material Treasure Chests.]

[Six: Karim Continent is extremely dangerous at night. Return to your shelter before dark, or bear the consequences.]

[Seven: Only the person who activates a shelter can enter it. Unless you invite someone, you do not need to worry about anyone breaking into your home and harming you.]

[Eight: To help you live better in this world, in accordance with the agreement with Blue Star World Will, Karim World Will will provide each of you with one Basic Magic, one Talent Awakening, and one E-Rank Selectable Tool.]

[Finally, your shelters may be ten meters apart or ten kilometers apart. Resources must be fought over, so please struggle to survive.]

After the mechanical voice finished speaking, it fell silent.

Magic? Talent awakening!?

I can survive!

If I can awaken some powerful talent, then even with both legs paralyzed, I might still be able to survive!

After all, magic was something profoundly mysterious.

What if it works?

At that thought, Lan Qingyou abruptly opened her eyes.

Her eyes burned as she stared at the low table she had not paid attention to before.

Oh, no—that was the Magic Desk...