From the Start: Blowing Up the Beast That Would Die in Prison

Before transmigrating: He was chasing a thief on his bicycle in a brave act of heroism. As he sped up, the seat fell off, but he didn't notice and sat down hard.

After transmigrating: He'd planted bamboo shoots the day before. The ground was slippery, and he accidentally sat on one.

Those two incidents seemed to have something in common, but that common element was extremely painful.

"I think I've figured out how to transmigrate." Zhang Shiqi stood up, trying to ignore the pain in his backside, and looked around. He planned to find something sticking out and give it a try.

The room was empty, except for a few broken stones left over from patching the wall, scattered in the corner. Zhang Shiqi picked the smallest stone and put it on the ground. He shut his eyes and steeled himself.

"Aah!" His scream rang through the heavens.

"Damn it, it didn't work."

Trembling all over, he spat and rolled over, unwilling to give up.

Was his posture wrong? Or was it the object?

He wanted to try again, but the lower half of his body was vehemently protesting, so he had no choice but to take a break for now.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.