I'm Not a Drama God: Jiangnan's Most Powerful Street Stall System

"Stop the quarrel... Stop the quarrel!" "Shut up, everyone!" "I'm going to remember it soon... I'm going to remember it soon..." "I have a name... A name of my own!" The young man's wet black hair hung down to his brows, and his sluggish eyes were full of confusion. He moved forward with difficulty, holding his head with both hands, as if he was struggling to remember something. His roar echoed in the deserted streets, and before it spread too far, it was drowned in the endless rain. Plop—— In the darkness, his body tripped over a raised stone and fell heavily to the ground! A wisp of scarlet blood rolled down from the young man's forehead. He fell to the ground blankly. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, and a glimmer of light lit up in his cloudy eyes. "Chen Ling..." A name suddenly flashed into his mind. The moment he said these two words, a fragment of memory floated out from the endless murmuring that almost burst his head, and merged with this weak body. "What is this... Time travel?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.