As a Live-In Son-in-Law, I Just Want to Lurk in the Group Chat

The moment I transmigrated, my brother-in-law-to-be dragged me off to become a live-in son-in-law.

If I'm not mistaken, the loser hanging from the roof beam is the real groom, right? He didn't even want to live. Just how hideous is your sister, sir? Is it really true these days that as long as you've got all four limbs, you won't have trouble finding a wife? And even if it's a live-in marriage, can you be this casual about it? You just grab some random guy and force him into the role?

"What kind of cultivation technique is that?"

"Technique? What technique? Do I need a technique to cut someone down? Can't it just be swordsmanship?"

"What kind of swordsmanship is that?"

"Easy. It's the sword of Master Jin: no sword is better than having a sword."

"What do you mean, no sword? You're clearly holding one!"

"Huh? Damn it, you talk too much! Couldn't you just die quietly?"

The story of a modern man who transmigrates to a fantasy world and plans to coast through life by relying on a chat group.

I really just wanted to be a useless live-in son-in-law! It's not my fault I'm a little too strong.

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