He was a hot-blooded young man who believed in science. He didn't transmigrate because of some ridiculous, cliché calamity, like being struck by lightning, hit by a car, or inexplicably suffering a stroke and becoming a late-stage vegetable.
He simply read a book aloud and, through some cursed twist of fate, transmigrated.
First, he had to cultivate every day, getting up before dawn and staying up until the middle of the night. Then he had to serve his master tea and water, and wash his feet.
Even if I'm a good-for-nothing, you bastard shouldn't treat me like livestock and enslave me!
So transform, good-for-nothing!
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
