Transmigrated into the True Daughter Kicked Out of the Rich Family

Lord Ghost Messenger, what happened to the promise of a life of luxury and good fortune?

Ye Zhao stood at the train station, her expression blank.

In her previous life, she had died in an accident just after receiving her university acceptance letter. Only after death did she learn that her soul had been reaped by mistake. To make amends, the Lord Ghost Messenger had sent her to another world to live again.

Her new identity was that of a true daughter who had been swapped at birth. No sooner had she arrived than she was thrown out of the house with two million, while her adoptive parents, biological parents, and brothers all sought to sever ties with the original owner.

Facing the betrayal of everyone around her, the original owner had suffered a mental breakdown and committed suicide by swallowing pills.

Ye Zhao had thus inherited the original owner's body and the two million, while also finding herself homeless.

Indeed, the original owner's biological brother had sent a few men in black to escort her directly to the train station, telling her she could go anywhere as long as she left the Imperial Capital.

Ye Zhao: ...

With two million, she could live comfortably anywhere. She bought the next train ticket out of the Imperial Capital, but the moment she held the ticket, the world spun violently. Screams erupted everywhere as people scrambled to flee. Ye Zhao never expected to encounter an earthquake. Swept along by the panicked crowd, she looked up at the darkening sky, only to see a massive black hole covering half the firmament!

Her eyes widened in shock. What on earth was this? An alien invasion? The Lord Ghost Messenger hadn't mentioned this!

At that moment, everyone stared in horror at the eerie black hole in the sky!

[Ding-dong, congratulations to ID-M33-4602151 for successfully loading into the Black Hole Game.]

A mechanical child's voice resonated across the land.

What the hell?!

Ye Zhao swallowed hard, frantically calling out to the Lord Ghost Messenger in her mind. What was going on? Where was the promised life of luxury!

Amidst her shock, a line of text appeared before her eyes:

[Survival Game countdown: 10, 9, 8... 3, 2, 1.]

Ye Zhao: ???!!

She had always thought she was playing the role of a cannon-fodder supporting character, but she hadn't expected it to be a crossover with an apocalypse script!

Does the Lord Ghost Messenger offer after-sales service?

Is it too late to switch worlds?

[Congratulations on successfully entering the Survival Game.]

[Starting items: Backpack *1, Mobile Phone *1, ID Card *1.]

[Current mission: Survive for ten days.]

[Current number of survivors: 10,000.]

[Beginner Trial: You have three chances to draw a prize. Would you like to draw now: Yes, No.]

Inside the dark space, Ye Zhao confirmed in her mind: Yes.

[Congratulations on obtaining a 1-cubic-meter Personal Space.]

[Congratulations on obtaining SSS Talent: Creation Level 1 (Upgradable; survival time is directly converted into Creation Points, 1min ≈ 1 point); scanning items can increase talent level.]

[The game begins. Looking forward to seeing you again.]

Ye Zhao felt a blur before her eyes. The empty, silent sensation of the void vanished, replaced by a rush of noisy sounds flooding her ears.

She looked around and found herself in a vast playground. She had a backpack on her back, and most of the people around her were young men and women in their twenties, carrying books and bags, looking as if they were on a university campus.

"Wow, is this the game world? It looks so real! Exactly like reality!"

"Did you guys draw your prizes? What did you get?"

"Hahaha, this is great! I drew an Elemental Card that can fire 100 fireballs!"

"What the hell is an Elemental Card?" A Player put on a silver ring he had drawn as a game item: [Speed +1 Ring, Durability 100]. This ring was clearly not as high-level as the Elemental Card. He looked at the boastful player and reached out, saying, "What kind of Elemental Card is that? Let me see."

The Fireball Man immediately realized he had spoken too soon. He clutched the card tightly and guarded it, saying, "Why should I show you? No! This is my card! You aren't thinking of robbing me, are you?"

"We're all friends here, why talk about robbing?" The Player sneered, stepping closer to the Fireball Man.

Hearing the voices behind her, Ye Zhao turned to look. Sure enough, she saw four players standing together, eyeing each other with suspicion.

She didn't approach them immediately. She opened her backpack, which contained two books, a wallet, a thermos, a mobile phone, a pack of tissues, and two face masks.

A line of text appeared on the surface of these items: [Scannable]. Ye Zhao chose to scan them.

[Scan successful: Create Wallet *1, requires 1 Creation Point.]

[Scan successful: Create Thermos *1, requires 1 Creation Point.]

[Scan successful: Create Mobile Phone *1, requires 1 Creation Point.]

The [Creation] skill was so overpowered. If she scanned the players' items, wouldn't she have an infinite supply of game gear?

It was worthy of being an SSS-rank talent.

She intended to find a few players nearby to experiment on, but to her surprise, those people had already started fighting. Two male players had teamed up, attempting to snatch the Fireball Elemental Card from the hands of another.

The commotion was significant, quickly drawing a crowd of onlookers and alerting the school security guards and counselors.

Ye Zhao: ...

Teaming up with them is too risky; forget it.

Fortunately, it isn't necessary to touch an object to trigger the [Scan] skill. As long as it is within one meter, it can be automatically detected and scanned.

Seeing the three of them locked in a brawl while several students nearby tried to break it up, Ye Zhao approached quickly, while the other female player, sensing that the situation was turning sour, had already sprinted away.

As the two men pinned Fireball Man to the ground, fighting over the Elemental Card in his hand, Fireball Man threw two fireballs at them in a fit of rage. Flames erupted everywhere, and the two men could no longer care about the card, rolling on the ground and slapping at the fire on their bodies while the surrounding crowd let out shocked gasps.

"Damn, i-is he Superman? Why can he throw fireballs?"

"Oh my god! Is this a superpower?"

"How amazing!!!"

"He's killing someone, he's killing someone—"

"Hurry, catch him! He's a lunatic!"

Fireball Man was panicked and flustered; the scorching, curious gazes around him made him both agitated and nervous. He scrambled up from the ground in a hurry and bolted away.

No one dared to stop him.

Meanwhile, hiding in the crowd, Ye Zhao heard the system prompt.

[Scan successful: Create Fire-Elemental Card*1, requires Creation Points: 100.]

[Scan successful: Create Constitution +1 Attribute Page*1, requires Creation Points: 100.]

[Scan successful: Create Strength +1 Attribute Page*1, requires Creation Points: 100.]

[Scan successful: Create Speed +1 Ring*1, requires Creation Points: 10.]

The harvest was good. Ye Zhao was satisfied and slipped away quietly.

Because she didn't know what would happen next, Ye Zhao walked over to a flower bed and sat down, pretending to look at her phone while actually activating the [Prophet] skill.

[Prophet skill activated. Current Prophet level: 1. Skill duration: 10s.]

The scene before her eyes shifted.

The image was noisy and chaotic. This appeared to be a temporary shelter, with many vehicles and people gathered around. She also saw a high, thick iron wall topped with wire mesh, and behind it, rows of grim-faced soldiers in Epidemic Prevention Suits holding guns.

The crowd was in turmoil, with crying and screaming blending together.

"Why won't you let us through? We aren't infected!"

"Let us through! Please, I beg you, let us through!"

"I don't have to go over, but please, save my child! She's still so young, I beg you..."

"I'm a streamer with millions of followers! If I die, it will definitely cause a massive uproar!"

Some people rushed toward the iron fence in a frenzy, only to be knocked down by electric shocks. Others suddenly mutated, opening their blood-stained maws to bite their companions, only to have their heads blown off by bullets fired from unknown locations—

A man's voice boomed through a loudspeaker, echoing all around: "We regret to inform you that we have already accepted a group of asymptomatic survivors, but they all mutated for unknown reasons shortly thereafter. As of now, we have not developed an effective virus detection agent. You are all potential virus carriers; even if you aren't injured, we don't know when the virus might break out. For the safety of all mankind, we cannot let you through..."

System: [Prophet skill ended.]

The [Prophet] skill turned gray.

[CD: 24h]