Captured

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This is not a power fantasy about an overpowered heroine!

The heroine grows over time. The setting is a war-torn apocalypse where civilization and order have collapsed. There is no gender conflict, only the strong preying on the weak, and only the law of the jungle. (Based on real wars.)

If you don't like it, please leave politely. There's no need to force yourself to eat something that isn't to your taste. The author has provided plenty of warnings, so if you leave a bad review without reading them, please change your comment to "May there be peace in the world!" Thank you.

This is not a story centered on an all-powerful heroine, there are no supernatural abilities, and it isn't a power fantasy. The heroine is 1vn. If you don't like that, you can leave. Children, stay out.

----Story begins

May there be peace in the world!

Location: the southwestern frontier of the East Asian Country.

Time: 10:45:03 p.m., 2033 CE.

Under cover of night, Song Zhi leaned against a tree trunk on the verge of collapse, watching the jungle before her intently while also spacing out.

It was the third year since Blue Star had been destroyed by nuclear explosions, and also the third year since Song Zhi had accidentally fallen into this parallel world.

No one remembered which country had started the nuclear war. People only remembered that America had been the first to attack Russia's nuclear power plant, and Russia had subsequently switched to winter-is-coming mode. Fatty had taken the opportunity to give South Korea a beating, Germany had blitzed Poland again, and Italy had still been too busy making pizza, cooking noodles, and waiting to surrender...

Japan had trembled in fear and seen Mount Fuji erupt again before its death...

Whoosh! Bang! Boom!

Blue Star restarted, automatically entering purification mode.

All Song Zhi remembered was the sky turning white as the scorching light swallowed every sound.

When she woke up, she was lying beneath the rubble. Her eyes held no fear of the end of the world, only joy at everyone dying together.

But she had been happy a little too soon. Something didn't seem right.

Why didn't she recognize a single person around her?

She distinctly remembered that a second ago, she had been tied to an operating table in an underground hospital, waiting for her kidney to be cut out!

She gazed at the familiar yet unfamiliar university dormitory before her and fell into thought.

The absurd fact was that she had transmigrated into a parallel world, taking the place of the Song Zhi from that world!

What the fuck?!

What are you waiting for? What are you expecting?

Are you also expecting a "system," a "golden finger," or "supernatural abilities"?

Song Zhi had been just as full of anticipation. She closed her eyes and silently called for the system, but nothing happened. She was nearly crushed into a pancake when the building collapsed a second time.

Song Zhi pulled out her phone and opened the Yangshizi Novel app. She removed the half-read book "Apocalyptic Transmigration: I Became a God by Awakening Supernatural Powers" from her bookshelf, then added "Encyclopedia of Plants" and "The Divine Farmer's Materia Medica"...

But the next second, her phone screen went black and quit working altogether.

Damn it!

Blue Star was a scorched wasteland. Modern civilization and the military industry no longer existed. Those lucky enough to survive tried to establish new nations, but the destruction was too severe, and all energy sources had been ruined, so they had to give up.

But wherever there were people, there was rule, and wherever there was rule, there was plunder. Medical supplies, energy, food, land, water, and even human beings were all resources to be plundered, especially women.

Song Zhi had survived the apocalypse entirely by following three rules: first, don't be a self-righteous saint in troubled times. Second, don't team up, don't team up, don't team up! Third, either lie low, run, or run while lying low.

A female university student deficient in both qi and blood lay low, lay low, lay low, and kept lying low through the wars of the apocalypse. No getting stronger! No getting stronger!

(Honor of Kings, keep your players under control!)

Song Zhi said surviving was hard enough. Every day she could stay alive was another day!

This wasteland had once been an experimental field belonging to the Southwest University of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Now tender green shoots had actually sprung up, indicating that conditions here were suitable for growing crops.

The soil had regained its ability to support organic growth, which meant a new age of farming was on its way.

She had come here tonight to collect soil samples.

Just as she was squatting on the ground, wholly focused on digging up soil, a fully armed mercenary silently approached from behind her.

Radio static crackled in his earpiece. "Kelante, the infrared scan shows he has no firearms. The weapon in his hand may just be that shovel... Subdue him on the count of three... Three, two, one, move."

The mercenary named Kelante released the safety on his pistol and pressed the dark muzzle against Song Zhi's head.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Song Zhi froze. The cold, cylindrical object pressed against the back of her head felt all too familiar. It was a pistol.

She deftly raised both hands above her head. She knew better than anyone that the gun against the back of her head would blow a hole through it without hesitation if she tried to run. In her experience, there was definitely more than one of them, and she couldn't escape.

Most importantly, how was she supposed to answer? She understood English, but she... couldn't speak it... Her English had been blasted away in the nuclear explosions...

How do you say "collect samples" in English again?

Tsk! You never realize how little you've learned until you need it!

"Can you speak English?"

Song Zhi's eyes lit up. She knew this one! Yes, I can but a little bit later.

"I... I..."

Song Zhi stumbled over "I" for ages without managing a complete sentence. Her feel for the language was far too rusty.

Just then, another burst of static sounded in Kelante's earpiece. "She's an East Asian woman. Lu is already on his way to your coordinates."

The command station had received Kelante's infrared scan of the target. The data showed that she was an East Asian woman.

"Are you East Asian?" Kelante asked in halting Chinese.

"Yes." Song Zhi nodded quickly, cooperating readily.

"What are you doing here?"

"Collecting soil samples."

"Companions?"

"No, I'm by myself. I used to be a student here..." Song Zhi tried to ease the tension and reduce his hostility toward her.

"Put down the samples in your hand and kick them over," Kelante ordered.

"OK! OK!"

Song Zhi showed off a couple of English words. She slowly lowered her hands from above her head, then slowly bent down into a crouch. She carefully placed the glass container and shovel in her hands by her feet, gave them a gentle kick, and slowly stood up.

Kelante noticed that the Asian woman before him was far too small and thin to pose any danger to him. He took it upon himself to lower his guard against the target. Just as his gaze shifted from the muzzle to the glass container on the ground, the target suddenly attacked.

With lightning speed, Song Zhi reached back and twisted Kelante's arm, then took his pistol. She held the gun in her right hand, supported her wrist with her left, and curled her right index and middle fingers around the trigger. Her weight was shifted slightly to the right, a textbook shooting stance.

"No! That's not a toy you should be playing with!"

"Big guy, relax. I've never killed anyone... and I don't want to. I just want to leave here. Tell your companions not to lock onto me, or you'll be the first person I kill!" Holding the gun up, Song Zhi motioned for the foreign mercenary to disarm.

"OK! As you wish..." Kelante promptly removed all the weapons on him.

Still holding the gun up, Song Zhi picked up a flash grenade. The corner of her mouth twitched slightly as she said, "Flash grenade." (Watch out for the flash grenade.)

She pulled the pin and threw the grenade at Kelante. A blinding white light flashed, and although Kelante was wearing goggles, he still lost sight of the target in the glare.

"Target lost! Target lost!"

As the flash grenade went off, Song Zhi raced toward the dried-out jungle nearby. The other side's weapons were sophisticated and advanced, and they were very likely equipped with far-infrared detectors. She couldn't outrun them. Her only option was to hide in the riverbed in the jungle, where she could evade a thermal imaging search.

Click! The sound of a safety being released rang out in front of her.

Another mercenary in camouflage combat fatigues stepped out of the dense forest. He held a pistol in one hand and pressed it against Song Zhi's forehead, forcing her to retreat.

He had a heavy sniper rifle slung across his back. He was a sniper, which meant he was a godlike shot. Naturally, Song Zhi couldn't draw and fire faster than a sniper, but what surprised her most was that he actually had an Eastern face!

Lu Yu's icy gaze swept over Song Zhi's dust-covered face.

Her hair was short, with uneven ends where it had been cut with a dagger. Her long-sleeved top fit extremely poorly, and its original style and color were no longer discernible. Her pants were full of holes—not fashionable ripped jeans, of course, but holes caused by prolonged wear.

All the signs showed that this woman didn't have adequate supplies. She had no spare clothes, nor did she have a "companion" to help her with her hair.

"You shouldn't have run! What's your name?"

Hearing Lu Yu's perfectly enunciated Mandarin stirred Song Zhi so much that she nearly burst into tears.

A fellow countryman! When two countrymen meet, one shoots the other on the spot!

She sensibly dropped the pistol in her hand, signaling her surrender. Footsteps sounded behind her as combat boots crossed the scorched earth and quickly approached her from the rear.

A sharp pain pierced her neck. Song Zhi's vision went black, and before she passed out, she cursed foully, "Fuck! You bastard!"