Transmigrating To The 1960s:My space, My soldier
Xu Yinyin's last memory was the blaring sound of her phone alarm. She had been working late into the night, drowning in financial reports and endless deadlines. A single moment of dizziness, a sharp pain in her chest, and then… darkness.
When she opens her eyes, she is no longer in her modern high-rise apartment but in a **tiny, dimly lit room** that smells of damp straw and mildew. The air is thin and cold, and her body feels incredibly weak, as if she hasn't eaten in days.
Her gaze lands on the cracked ceiling, the wooden beams above her looking fragile, as if they could collapse at any moment. Her body aches, and when she moves her hands, she feels her own **bony fingers**—thin, fragile, with calluses that don’t belong to her.
Her throat is dry. Her stomach twists in hunger.
**"Where… am I?"**
She struggles to sit up, only to feel sharp pain radiating from her limbs. Her wrists are marked with old scars, faint traces of bruises scattered across her arms. The shabby quilt covering her is thin, barely providing warmth.
A sense of unease grips her.
Then, memories **flood** her mind.
Her name is no longer Xu Yinyin. She is now **Su Wan**, a nineteen-year-old orphan in a poverty-stricken village in 1960s China.
Her parents passed away early, leaving her at the mercy of her uncle’s family. Instead of caring for her, they treated her as an unwanted burden—a servant who worked from dawn to dusk with barely enough food to survive.
Just yesterday, the original Su Wan had collapsed from exhaustion while carrying heavy buckets of water from the river. No one helped her. No one cared.
She had been left in this tiny storage room to either wake up or die.
The realization makes her shudder.
Before she can process more, a cold, mechanical voice **echoes in her mind.**
**[Host detected. Survival Space System initializing.]**
A translucent blue screen appears before her.
### **Inventory:**
✔ **Fresh vegetables, rice, and flour**
✔ **Bottled clean water**
✔ **A first-aid kit with modern medicine**
✔ **Basic survival tools like a knife and matches**
Su Wan's eyes widen.
**"A cheat system?!"**
She instinctively selects a loaf of bread. The next moment, a **warm, soft bun appears in her hand.**
The scent of freshly baked bread fills the air.
Her stomach growls.
With trembling hands, she **takes a bite**—the fluffy warmth melting on her tongue, sending an almost overwhelming sensation of relief through her starved body.
Warmth spreads through her, chasing away the biting cold.
Her eyes flicker with determination.
**"I have a second chance. I won’t let anyone trample on me again!! "
