This is a story about a man traveling through different eras and worlds. Accompanied by a goofy System, he arrives at Rakshasa Street!
Why do other people's Systems have all kinds of useful features and make showing off a breeze, while mine is just a useless piece of crap that can only transmigrate? Transmigrate, transmigrate, all it does is transmigrate! What the hell is wrong with this thing?
Fine, after all that, the System is completely useless. I'll just have to rely on myself.
You think your Guardian Spirit is so tough? Keep acting tough after I've done my thing to you.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
