Lan Nuo transmigrated.
Although he transmigrated to America, although his English was terrible, although he saw the Umbrella Corporation on the news, although the virus was about to break out, although he was just an ordinary student, although he didn't even have money to stock up on apocalypse supplies, he had a good mindset and had already laid flat.
He even planned to carve a lifelike effigy of himself with a middle finger raised, to express his ruthless mockery of the absurd reality and to die with some dignity.
Before that, Lan Nuo prepared to find a girl to lose his virginity before he died.
As for where to find a girl without money… that would, of course, be in his dreams!
Back before he transmigrated, Lan Nuo was a famous rich man, with passive income of at least eight figures.
He closed his eyes and opened them, but he didn't see a girl; instead, he saw a face identical to his own before he transmigrated.
Their eyes met, and the man with his face coolly looked at his watch: "You are the best among this batch of newcomers."
Lan Nuo looked back and gasped, "Whoa, good heavens!" There were over a dozen people lying on the ground, all looking exactly like him before he transmigrated.
Facing the bizarre scene, Lan Nuo calmly turned to the newcomer guide: "Is it still too late for me to register for number 8888?"
"As expected of me! You are the 351st me who wants number 8888.
By the way, there are 267 of me who want number 6666, 12 of me who want number 2587, 160 of me who want number 9527, and 1145 of me who want number 114514."
"Good heavens, my composition is a bit complex!" The new Lan Nuo was dumbfounded, marveling at how much was engraved in his DNA.
"Recall carefully, he has already put what you need to know into your mind!" Mentor Lan Nuo said coolly.
Douya Lan Nuo recalled upon hearing this, and indeed, a piece of information appeared: "I transmigrated into ten thousand people? And now they are all in the Resident Evil World, with different identities? Forced transmigration once a year? Uh… the next world is Douluo Dalu? Damn? This is going to kill me!"
Lan Nuo considered whether to pull down the pants of his effigy to express even more ruthless mockery of the absurd reality.
The other Lan Nuos woke up one after another.
Upon learning that they, without any special abilities, were to be thrown into the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, they all automatically learned the Three-Body People's dehydration skill, turning into a bunch of old salted fish.
Mentor Lan Nuo was already used to the scene before him, having gone through it himself, and he knew what kind of bear he was.
"Ahem! Although we don't have superpowers, the Lan Nuo Committee has passed the proposal!
We will do our best to guarantee the right to survival of every Lan Nuo!
Not a single one can be left behind!"
"Oh!"
"One of us is a millionaire!"
"Yay!"
"But when it's divided among all of us, there's only a thousand left for each person."
"Oh!"
"Damn it! Why am I like this!" Mentor Lan Nuo stomped his foot in anger, looking at a group of unpromising Douyas: "All of you, cheer up!
Including you, among our 9374 people, 189 are homeless!
35 are facing Gang blackmail!
3 are facing life-threatening danger!
Those are all ourselves!
Are you just going to watch them die? Just wait for death like you are now?"
The newcomers still wanted to continue making noise, but hearing these heavy numbers, and imagining the same things happening to themselves, they couldn't make a fuss anymore.
"Alright, go over there and register.
Name, address, gender, age, occupation, just fill out the form.
With our intelligence, you'll understand it when you see it."
"Huh? What the hell is gender? Can I transmigrate as a woman?" Although the Douyas' mood was heavy, they couldn't help but feel a chill down their crotch.
"After all, this is democratic America, and bodies are random.
Three unlucky ones are using transgender bodies.
You can't tell here, but I heard they're quite good-looking in reality."
The Douyas: "…"
Leaving the newcomer guide, the Douyas began to register and fill out forms, then came to the square to line up, watching squads of identical-looking formations marching with big strides, running in the square, their movements neat and uniform, singing as they ran: "Unity is strength! Unity is strength! This strength is iron! This strength is steel…"
"Did I organize all this?" The Douyas couldn't help but be surprised.
The newcomer guide, who had appeared behind them at some point, smiled and said: "Yes, isn't it incredible!
At first, everyone was as listless as you are, until someone came in and said he was caught by a Gang in reality, locked in a basement, and someone was going to cut out his organs tomorrow.
He cried as he spoke, and watching him cry, everyone fell silent.
Then one of me stood up, followed by another and another.
We each put our hand on his shoulder.
We told the crying me, 'Don't be afraid, because we are here!
We are our own heroes!
Every one of us must live, not a single one can be left behind!'
So, everyone started to organize, started to register identities, started to line up, started to run, started to sing.
These… we all learned in our previous lives.
Back then, we thought it was boring, felt it wasn't free, felt it was silly, felt it was brainwashing, but now, seeing everyone united, there's an indescribable sense of peace!
Don't be shy, sing along loudly!
This is our battle song!
No matter what we face!
We… not a single one can be left behind!"
One by one, the Douya Lan Nuos looked at the familiar scene before them, feeling as if something was caught in their throats, and couldn't help but want to vent something.
"Don't worry!
Those living near the few people in life-threatening danger have already been pulled into a meeting to discuss rescue plans.
Your biggest task now is to integrate into our collective!"
…
At dawn, Lan Nuo awoke from his sleep, tears still on his face.
His hands were tied behind his back, and he lay on the ground like a piglet.
Footsteps echoed in the dark, sunless basement.
Two men lifted him, roughly carrying him into a blood-stained room, and tied him to an operating table.
The light shone so brightly he couldn't open his eyes.
He wanted to shout, but a mask for anesthesia was placed over his face.
He watched helplessly as the doctor beside him took out a sharp scalpel and wiped it clean for disinfection.
The doctor was expressionless, facing Lan Nuo as if he were livestock.
The blade was about to fall mercilessly.
Lan Nuo struggled in fear.
Everything from last night felt like a dream.
He didn't know if it was just a dream, didn't know if anyone would truly come to save him, didn't know if the promise of 'not a single one can be left behind' could truly be fulfilled.
It seemed… everything was already too late…
Boom!
The door to the room was kicked open, and over a dozen people streamed in.
The cool-faced doctor was pressed to the ground in a panic.
Among the dozen or so people, a burly man like Schwarzenegger wiped blood from his face, came to Lan Nuo's side, and patted his shoulder: "Don't cry!
We promised!
Not a single one can be left behind!"
【To be continued】
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