The oxcart lumbered along the mountain trail, the occasional icy gust of wind jolting the dozing passengers awake.

The girl in the lead cart snapped her eyes open, looking around in surprise. Finding herself on a moving oxcart, her confusion deepened.

Wen Renxi was used to transmigrating. Though this was a bit of a curveball, she quickly got her bearings.

Currently, she was a college student on a folk studies trip to a remote village with her professor. The people on the two oxcarts were all part of the same group, led by Professor Huang.

Maybe the long, bumpy ride had made everyone drowsy.

As for anything beyond that, Wen Renxi was in the dark.

She hadn’t received the original owner’s memories yet, just a basic sense of her identity.

A sharp, unfamiliar birdcall shattered the sleepy silence, startling everyone awake. Then, Wen Renxi noticed something was off about her companions.

Normally, besides Professor Huang, there should have been two local guides and a bunch of student interns. But… Wen Renxi scanned the faces on both carts, her guard going up.

Something was seriously wrong.

Why did Professor Huang’s “students” look older than the professor himself?

From past experience, she recognized the calluses on the hand of the middle-aged “student” next to her and the tight muscles under his clothes—he clearly knew how to handle himself. And the first thing these people did upon waking was to scan their surroundings warily.

As Wen Renxi cautiously observed, the others began comparing notes.

Seeing this, Wen Renxi was even more convinced something fishy was going on.

What were these people up to, pretending to be students?

A seasoned transmigrator who’d seen countless worlds, Wen Renxi only remembered heading to the next world with her system. Then, something went wrong, and she woke up here. Her system was nowhere to be found.

The man next to her turned to Wen Renxi. “Hey, miss…”

Wen Renxi was dressed in athletic wear, her short hair in a bun, making her look cute and harmless. Petite next to the burly man, she resembled a tangerine next to a giant grapefruit.

Wen Renxi looked up, feeling something hard poking her lower back. Instinctively, she reached behind her…

And pulled out a bloody butcher knife.

The knife was even stuck with some kind of animal bone. The gory weapon made the man next to her think his friendly greeting had startled her, hence the knife-wielding reflex.

“Relax, relax! No hard feelings, just saying hi!”

He was terrified she’d hack him to pieces.

All he did was say hello!

Wen Renxi hadn’t expected to pull out a butcher knife either. She was startled herself. Before she could explain she had no idea where the knife came from, her nose twitched, and her vision blurred.

Tears splashed onto the blade.

The commotion caught everyone’s attention, and they watched in awkward silence as Wen Renxi sniffled and tried to explain the knife wasn’t hers.

“I just… felt something poking my back…”

Her voice trembled, clearly shaken.

The others exchanged glances, instantly ruling her out.

She definitely isn’t the last player.

So, the question was:

Who was the last player? Professor Huang? Or one of his “assistants”?