Chapter 2 I Go to School with the Broomstick Star Talent

Chapter 2: The Broomstick Star Talent

Unfortunately, after enrolling in Seventh Middle School, things didn’t turn out as wonderfully as the original host had imagined. First, there were her "Defective People" genes. No matter how hard she studied, her grades remained average, far behind those of her genetically superior classmates who improved effortlessly.

Then there was the discrimination she faced due to her outcast status—far worse than anything she had experienced in District D. In over two years at school, not a single classmate was willing to speak to her normally, and bullying was a daily occurrence.

Even so, every time she returned home, she had to pretend to be enthusiastic, telling her grandmother how wonderful school was, how kind her classmates were, and how bright her future looked. No one knew that she had nightmares every night and had to spend a long time mentally preparing herself each morning just to force herself to go to school.

But none of that was the worst part. The most terrifying thing was that three years were about to pass, and if she still couldn’t awaken her divinity and become a Divine Chosen, all her hard work, perseverance, and her brother’s sacrifices would be in vain.

Speaking of Divine Chosen, the original host didn’t fully understand what it meant. Sifting through her memories, Yu Xing only recalled that the original host had been taken twice to awaken her divinity—both times ending in failure. She had one last chance.

The reason the original host had caught the attention of the high-ranking official from District A in the first place was because that person believed she had the potential to become a Divine Chosen. This belief stemmed from a strange trait the original host possessed:

Anyone who got close to her would experience misfortune.

This had been true since she was born. Her mother died from an amniotic fluid embolism during childbirth. In this era, such a condition wasn’t a major issue, but her parents couldn’t afford genetic screening, let alone proper medical care during birth.

Her father was recognized by debt collectors while carrying her home and was beaten to death in public.

From the moment she could remember, she had no friends because anyone who got close to her would meet with bad luck. Over time, she was stuck with the nickname—Unlucky Star.

This trait tormented the original host, but in the eyes of certain powerful figures, it pointed to something extraordinary. For instance, this girl’s peculiar trait might be supernatural—she could be a Divine Chosen.

And so, the original host was sent to Seventh Middle School. Unfortunately, after two years, she still hadn’t awakened her divinity.

Recalling this, Yu Xing thought the original host might just be genuinely unlucky.

Unlucky Star—on Earth, such a constitution would have a much more infamous title: Broomstick Star.

But strangely, after reviewing the original host’s memories over and over, Yu Xing still couldn’t figure out why she had cut that strange pattern into her flesh and drawn it in blood in her room.

Had the crushing psychological pressure broken her mentally?

That was certainly possible. Yu Xing mused that this probably explains why she had crossed over into the original host’s body. Same name, same mental illness—who wouldn’t call it fate?

After mourning the original host for a minute, Yu Xing followed the forum guide to complete her personal information.

She exited the post and clicked on the profile button in the top-right corner. As soon as she entered, a dialog box popped up:

"Please enter your ID."

Her ID? Yu Xing thought back to the posts she had just read and understood. She typed in her ID.

"Congratulations! User ‘Wasteland World’s Belle’ has registered successfully."

After registration, the profile page refreshed, showing her stats:

"Name: Yu Xing

ID: Wasteland World’s Belle

Age: 17

Identity: Defective People

Talent: Broomstick Star (Click to enter)

Sanity Points: ???"

Yu Xing: "?"

What did the question marks after Sanity Points mean? However low it might be, it shouldn’t look like this, right?

Yu Xing suspected the information might be inaccurate and decided to ask the more experienced travelers on the forum later.

As for the Broomstick Star talent… Well, it seemed the original host really did have the Broomstick Star curse about her.

The talent description included an interactive element, so Yu Xing tapped it. The interface refreshed again.

"Talent: Level 1 Broomstick Star 0/250. (Click to enter)"

The Broomstick Star had levels?

Baffled, Yu Xing clicked again.

"Broomstick Star Level Explanation:

Level 1 Broomstick Star: Can attack targets in direct contact. (Upgrade condition: Successfully attack 250 people.)

Level 2 Broomstick Star: Can attack targets in indirect contact. (Upgrade condition: Kill 10 targets of equal or higher level.)

Level 3 Broomstick Star: Can attack targets visible to you. (Upgrade condition: Requirements hidden.)

Level 4 Broomstick Star: Locked.

Level 5 Broomstick Star: Locked.

Level 6 Broomstick Star: …

…"

The Broomstick Star could actually level up. Yu Xing couldn’t imagine what kind of monstrous being she would become at the highest level.

Would she still be able to see Dr. Zhang, Dr. Li, and Nurse Zhao again? ...Welp… She’d never see them again. Just end it all!!

After reviewing her profile, Yu Xing, with conflicted feelings, went to the forum to post.

"Hello everyone, I’m new here—Wasteland World’s Belle."

She had no idea who these forum users were, but her post quickly received a string of replies.

[Little Li in the Magical World: Welcome, newcomer! Sprinkle flowers!]

[Zhang Wei in the Primordial World: A new face joins us, welcome~]

[Jiahao of the Spiritual Resurgence: Hey there, newcomer! Are you a guy or a girl?]

[Zihan of the Douqi World: Welcome, welcome, a warm welcome to you!]

[Cultivator A-Yuan in the Immortal Realm: First wastelander I've seen here.]

[Jiaxin in the Zombie Apocalypse: What's the difference between the apocalypse and the wasteland?]

[Xiao Xi in the Infinite World: Beats me, I'm not big on fiction.]

[The Only Sister in ABO: The difference is huge! Welcome, newcomer. You call yourself "Wan Ren Mi"—are you a cute girl or boy? I’m an alpha, I’m fine with either~]

[Yao Zu in the Zerg World: Don't get carried away, you’ll never meet in this lifetime. Welcome, newcomer!!]

[...]

Everyone was surprisingly welcoming. Yu Xing was excited and ready to share her transmigration experiences when a sharp noise suddenly rang in her ears.

"Time for school! Time for school! Time for school..."

Yu Xing: "..."

Staring at the frantically hopping cactus alarm clock by the bed, Yu Xing’s mind blanked for a moment—she’d forgotten the original body's owner had to attend school.

"Knock knock knock." The door was tapped, and Grandma’s voice called from outside, "Star, time to get up. Don’t be late!"

"...Coming!" Yu Xing replied while standing up to get ready.

She left a reply in the thread.

[Thread OP Wasteland World Wan Ren Mi: I’m off to school, let’s chat later.]

[The Only Sister in ABO: Look at you, still in school!]

[Yao Zu in the Zerg World: Maybe the wasteland world requires fifty years of school.]

[Cultivator A-Yuan in the Immortal Realm: Newbies just transmigrated—being a kid is normal. Could’ve been some old dude before this, who knows?]

[...]

Yu Xing quickly took a shower. Covered in wounds, she found a med-pen in the original owner’s desk drawer. It worked wonders—after one dose, her wounds scabbed over.

In a rush, she changed into her uniform, grabbed a nutri-pack, and stepped out while the sky was still dim. It couldn't be helped—the original owner lived in District D, far from the school in District B, requiring over two hours on the bus every morning.

Gasping for breath after jogging to the bus stop, Yu Xing leaned against a game ad poster to catch her breath.

She held the nutri-pack—her breakfast—but couldn't stomach its bland, glop-like taste. Tragically, as a dirt-poor nobody, this was her staple food. Fresh meat, veggies, and fruits were way out of her price range.

The thought of eating this for a long time almost made Yu Xing cry.

Besides her, a few others were hanging around on the morning platform—loose clothes, skinny builds, and tired faces, clearly having partied all night.

They huddled together, whispering and occasionally glancing at Yu Xing out of the sides of their eyes.

Yu Xing could sense those gazes, feeling a mix of irritation and numbness. As expected, her charm came from deep within her soul—even in a different world and body, it never ceased to shine.

She shoved her hands into her pockets, tilted her head up, and tapped her toes impatiently on the ground, exuding an air of restlessness.

District D was a dump. The streets were littered with trash, and even the sky was a dull, ashen gray. The whole district was like one giant trash heap, where the unwanted "trash" of the city—its impoverished outcasts—were dumped.

The elites were used to it—and so were the "trash."

Yu Xing tapped her foot, waiting for the bus, completely unaware of how out of place she looked in her Seventh Middle School uniform.

"Guangming New Village has arrived. Passengers, please exit promptly."

The hover bus, emblazoned with an advertisement for the Perfect World holographic game, pulled into the station. Yu Xing dragged herself onto the bus with a yawn. The body’s original owner hadn’t slept at all last night, and the exhaustion now weighed heavily on her. She was so tired.

Even in the early morning, the bus was nearly full. Yu Xing moved sluggishly, and the last empty seat was snatched by a hooded guy. Left with no choice, she stood near the driver, her mind drifting to thoughts of lunch.

Seventh Middle School’s cafeteria had killer meals. Since growing children needed proper nutrition, the food was not only delicious but also rich in nutrients. It was her one chance all day to skip the nutrient glop, and Yu Xing intended to make the most of it.

"Damn it… damn it…"

A low mumble jerked Yu Xing back to reality. She frowned and glanced around, realizing the voice belonged to the driver.

A transparent partition separated the driver from the passengers, creating a semi-isolated space. The driver, in a beat-up uniform, had a pale face and dark circles under his eyes. His vacant stare was fixed ahead as he kept repeating the same phrase.

"Damn it… damn it… why won’t you agree… damn it…"

What the hell? This driver was off his rocker. Yu Xing took a few steps back. Thankfully, the bus was self-driving—otherwise, she’d have serious concerns for her safety.