I'm so broke I'm about to lose my mind. Bury an antique for me, please!
I was just a doctor in ancient times. Where was I supposed to get so many antiques to bury for you?
You could bury some random bowl for me, at least!
A broken bowl from ancient times is just as worthless today. I'm no rich tycoon, so where would I get all those treasures to bury for you? Stop calling for me. I've got people to save.
Save yourself before you save anyone else. I'm you, so save me! I can't keep going like this!
Hey!
Hey!!
Hey!!!
Burying antiques to save me is saving yourself, too.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
The ancient self, the future self, the present self, and the three-self
This is the first time I have seen this type of novel. Good luck to the author.
Here comes the imitation. I saw myself ten years later sending a message to a novel I wrote to make money ten years ago, but I haven't read a few chapters of that book.