Today was the third day since Godfrey Holloway died in the line of duty. The funeral had only just ended.

The original Vivienne Holloway had been so wrecked with grief that she cried herself unconscious right there at the funeral. After that, she burned with fever, drifting in and out, and then just... stopped breathing.

At this moment, Vivienne, who had only crossed over not long ago, was still desperately sorting through all the memories the original owner had left behind.

Ten minutes ago, she had still been standing at the celebration marking the end of the apocalypse, a fresh medal hanging on her chest. She carried the grand, ridiculous title of "the Number One Survival General," one of the top healing-type powerhouses in the whole new world. In her hand was a mobile space station. When she spoke, nobody dared brush her off.

And honestly, that title had not come from luck. In a world gone to hell, surviving to the very end while racking up one achievement after another was not something just anybody could pull off.

But then, of all things, she had only sneaked in a tiny nap. Who knew what went wrong after that? The whole Blue Planet blew sky-high.

There was a thunderous boom, and the shockwave came crashing over like a mountain falling into the sea. She only had time to feel everything around her vanish. A moment later, even she had been blasted apart, vaporized into nothing.

Then she opened her eyes again and somehow landed in Longguo in the 1950s.

That was right. She had transmigrated into a novel, one called Reborn at Twenty-Eight: The Soldier's Wife Wins Without Lifting a Finger, and she had become an early-dead cannon-fodder character in it, Vivienne Holloway.

Same exact name too?

Good lord, what kind of sense did that make?

The original owner's father, Godfrey Holloway, had been an army doctor. His main field was traditional medicine, though later he had also picked up some basics of Western medicine.

After that, steel and machinery plants in different regions asked the military district to send people over for support. He was assigned to Shan Province, and that was how he became the chief physician in the factory clinic there.

The original Vivienne had never seen her mother since childhood. Every now and then, her father would mention her and say she had suffered a massive hemorrhage while giving birth and had not made it. She had died young.

Her father had been skilled, gentle-looking, and soft-spoken. As for his daughter, he doted on her like she was something precious in the palm of his hand, as if he wished he could block every bump and bruise for her himself.

Because of that, the original owner had been raised into a quiet, delicate, soft-tempered girl, like a flower kept inside a greenhouse.

And that flower had terrible luck. Her father was gone one moment, and before she had ever weathered even a bit of real wind or rain, she withered right after him.

Vivienne Holloway went over every bit of memory the original owner had left behind. Gritting her teeth, she forced this body to open its eyes, only to feel as if all four limbs had been filled with lead. Her head was heavy too, wave after wave of dizziness rolling through it.

She drew in several deep breaths, then let them out slowly. After struggling for quite a while, she finally felt a little more like a living person. Swaying unsteadily, Vivienne pushed herself up from the bed. Following the original owner's memories, she felt her way to the bottom of the cabinet, found a tin, and mixed herself a big mug of malted milk.

She drank it down in one go. Only then did she feel a faint bit of strength return to her body.

Her head did not feel quite so heavy anymore.

She lowered her head and checked the index finger on each hand. Sure enough, on both fingers there was a tiny flesh-colored bump, so small you would miss it if you weren’t looking hard. As expected, her portable space had come along with her.

Vivienne Holloway let out a breath and hurried into the space, thinking she could at least find something to eat and settle her empty stomach first. But the second she saw what was inside, she was dumbfounded.

The space was locked.

Not only locked, there was now a bare little hill sitting in the middle of it out of nowhere, bald as could be, not even a blade of grass on it.

That wretched original novel was still lying on the ground, and beside it was a sheet of instructions for using the space.

"There is currently no life within the space. Please search for plants carrying vital energy to awaken it. Valuable medicinal herbs will also speed up the space’s upgrade."

"You—" Vivienne Holloway couldn’t hold it in and cursed under her breath.

Fine. At least it could still store things. She would just have to make do.

She drew in a deep breath. While no one was in the room, she carefully shoved the bed she had been sleeping on aside bit by bit, then lifted a loose floorboard from beneath it, revealing a hollow hidden underneath.

Inside the hole sat a tin box. Its original color was long gone, the whole thing mottled and worn.