Washed Into Another World by a Torrential Downpour, and Now I'm Losing It

It had been raining heavily in Qinyu City for three days, leaving the streets badly flooded. But his pet crow wouldn't stop squawking, so Yang Ning risked the trip to the pet shop on his little electric scooter.

Riding my beloved little scooter~ For my beloved little crow~

Maybe his singing was so bad that something had gone wrong. The farther Yang Ning drove, the more he realized something was off.

He looked down and saw that he wasn't riding on the ground anymore. He was gliding across the water!

Yang Ning looked back and, in the last second before the flood swallowed him, shouted, "Heaven wants me dead!"

"Old Zhang, he barely has any hair! Is he a monk who just returned to secular life?"

Did... they rescue me?

Yang Ning blearily opened his eyes. A pair of huge, catlike eyes stared back at him.

"Are you a monk?"

"This! This isn't my world!" Yang Ning cried when he finally took in his surroundings.

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