Heart Swap

While the Super Soldier Company members were talking, Yun Ming's simulation continued to advance.

Rage kindled in your heart against the Squad Leader who had humiliated you, but reason told you that once you acted, the consequences would be unimaginable. You chose temporary forbearance, burying the fury deep within.

During the month spent in the military camp, you felt as if trapped in a quagmire, gaining nothing while enduring the Squad Leader's bullying daily. Thoughts of escape arose, and you even entertained the idea of harming a fellow soldier to exact revenge.

You planned to poison him and headed to the Medicine Hall to buy arsenic. But just as you were about to act, the camp suddenly received a conscription order.

The Mobei was busily stockpiling winter supplies, while the powerful Jin Kingdom to the east forced the Mobei to turn westward and raid the Qi Kingdom. Your unit, a motley crew without armor or regular training, knew this campaign was fraught with danger, yet you also saw an opportunity to earn merit.

Ideals were beautiful, reality was harsh.

Half a month later, your unit encountered a thousand-strong Mobei Iron Cavalry. Before any battle could begin, the unit collapsed, everyone scattering in panic.

The Mobei Iron Cavalry grinned savagely, raising their sabers as they charged toward you on horseback. The yellow sand kicked up by their hooves, like a sandstorm, swallowed the fleeing Qi Army.

On the light screen, the thunder of hooves shook the heavens, and yellow sand filled the air.

The Hu Cavalry swept in like a violent storm, devouring the fleeing Qi soldiers ahead one by one.

"Thud!"

Sabers swung, blood splattered like blooming red flowers. The Qi soldiers ran in terror, covered in blood and mud, their faces twisted in horror as they cried out for mercy.

Some soldiers even fell to their knees, hands clasped, begging the Hu Cavalry for pity.

But their only response was the cold steel of sabers and the trampling of hooves.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Laughter, wild and cruel, echoed through the Hu Cavalry, celebrating the bloody slaughter.

The sky was dark and gloomy. On the vast, desolate land, spears and swords lay broken and scattered. Severed limbs and rolling heads filled the corners, their unblinking eyes still staring at a patch of sky, telling tales of endless regret and despair.

Rivers of blood, fields of corpses—this brutal battle had turned the world into hell.

"This is just too cruel!"

"Bloody to the extreme, unbearable to watch!"

"They didn't even blur it out—unacceptable!"

The Blue Star People outside the light screen had never witnessed such a brutal cold-weapon massacre. Fear gripped them, as if they could smell the thick stench of blood in the air.

Qiang Wei of the Super Soldier Company, her face pale, cursed angrily: "These bastards deserve it! They collapse at the first sight of the enemy. Running fast doesn't help—they still get slaughtered easily!"

Qi Lin clenched her teeth, fuming: "I told you these troops were useless. Bullies at home, cowards abroad. Calling them a bunch of thugs isn't an exaggeration. A whole army wiped out—they brought it on themselves."

Ge Xiaolun, a liberal arts graduate, felt this was his moment to shine. He pretended to ponder: "Fleeing at the sight of the enemy is the highest courage; fleeing at the sound of them is middle courage; fleeing at a false rumor is the lowest courage. This army only fled after seeing the enemy—that's already rare."

"Bullshit! Shut up, will you?"

A torrent of scolding rained down on him.

Ge Xiaolun: "..."

"Now I'm curious about the protagonist," Zhao Xin said, peering at the light screen, full of doubt. "Will he survive?"

The next second, Zhao Xin's jaw dropped. He exclaimed: "This... straight through the heart? Isn't he the protagonist?"

On the light screen, the protagonist, covered in blood and grime, was impaled through the chest by a spear, pinned to a large tree. Clearly, a Hu Cavalryman had lifted him with the spear and cruelly nailed him there.

The protagonist hung his head, blood streaming from his mouth, the world before him growing darker.

At this critical moment of life and death, a blurry figure appeared before him—a woman with flowing purple hair.

Simulation Yun Ming, with only a wisp of breath left, his desire for survival made him raise a trembling hand and weakly call out: "Save me..."

As the words fell, the light screen was suddenly swallowed by darkness, as if heralding the protagonist's death.

You were pierced through the heart by a Hu Cavalry spear, gravely wounded, on the verge of death.

In this moment of despair, a Heretical Doctor passed by, collecting corpses for research. She heard your cry and saw your chest pierced through, yet you still had a trace of breath. Astonished, she decided to give you a chance at life.

Using her unique medical skills, she replaced your heart with a new one, pulling you back from the jaws of death.

Yun Ming blinked, a guess surging in his mind: "Could it be the legendary Zombie Ancestor Jiang Chen?"

That blurry figure, the purple-haired woman, combined with the heart transplant, immediately made him think of the mysterious Zombie Ancestor Jiang Chen from the original story.

"This luck is ridiculously good."

Yun Ming had thought this simulation was about to end, but such a dramatic twist had appeared.

He turned his gaze to the light screen and saw it light up again, showing a new scene.

The simulated version of himself slowly sat up from the bed, white bandages wrapped around his left chest, looking somewhat weak.

"You're finally awake. I was about to lose patience."

A casual voice came as a woman with skin as white as jade and enchanting features, her purple hair flowing, stepped out of the darkness. Her appearance seemed to add a splash of color to the dim space.

"Kid, you've got a tough life!" Jiang Chen said flatly. "I didn't expect this heart transplant to succeed."

"Heart transplant?" Yun Ming in reality was startled, asking incredulously.

"That's right, this is your heart." Jiang Chen casually waved her hand, drawing a delicate box through the air, then tossed it to Yun Ming: "I've cleaned it. Take a look."

The simulated Yun Ming carefully opened the box, revealing a shriveled heart with a large tear in it. The shocking sight made one's heart skip a beat.

Outside the light screen, countless viewers were also stunned by this sudden twist.

"A heart transplant? How is that possible?"

"Judging by the setting, this should be a feudal era—how could they have such advanced heart transplant surgery?"

"That telekinesis move just now proves this isn't a simple feudal society at all."

"Can we get some blurring? This imagery is making people uncomfortable!"

"..."

The audience buzzed with discussion, both shocked and curious about the sudden reversal and astonishing plot.

Inside the light screen.

"Though I've given you a new heart, that doesn't mean you're out of danger. Your original heart is gone, so you could say you're now a broken vessel. You'll need a new heart every three months."

Zombie Ancestor Jiang Chen spoke slowly, her tone laced with cold indifference. "Saving your life was already an act of great mercy on my part. Do you expect me to replace your heart every three months? I don't have that kind of free time. And even if I did, I can't guarantee success every time."