Begin Physical Transcendence Today

I traveled through time just after I died of illness, and I endured it. I can't bear to be bound to a capitalist system that demands money. But can anyone tell me why the novice gift package turned me into a muscular monster who smiles like a villain? In order to make a living, I opened a multi-purpose house. During the day, I helped my neighbor's wife clear the sewers, and at night, I "reasoned" with the gang boss about physics. Later, the business expanded, including helping werewolves solve their hair removal problems and providing psychological counseling to fallen angels... The business got better and better, but my face still didn't change. Seeing clients all over the three realms, and suitors spanning Eastern and Western myths, I just want to look up to the sky and scream: I am really not your savior, I am just a migrant worker who wants to be handsome! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.