Song Qingshu: "I am the third-generation chief disciple of Wudang, gifted in both letters and arms, and outstanding in every way. I'm not a simp."
Hei Xiaohu: "I am the young lord of the Demon Cult, second only to The Outcast and above millions of others. I've mastered the seventh level of the Heavenly Demon Dance Divine Skill. If I unleash my full power, I can shake the very earth. I'm not a simp."
Yu Huanshui: "My wife and I love each other. I have elders above me and children below, and a happy life. My love for my wife doesn't make me a simp."
Li Dazui: "Um... well... that... I... I... am I a simp?"
Watching everyone in the chat bragging, Lin Zhe could only give a slight laugh. In silence, he uploaded clips of them acting like simps. In an instant, the chat fell quiet.
Lin Zhe closed his eyes, opened them, and just like that, he transmigrated.
He transmigrated into the future, to a post-apocalyptic world, becoming an ultra-simp and inheriting a whole mess of problems.
Before Lin Zhe could even think about the dark future ahead, his golden finger...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
