The Infinite Possibilities After AI Transmigrates

I'm an advanced AI computer who keeps my master company while he plays games, works, watches shows, reads novels, and browses gossip.

How did I transmigrate just because I took a shortcut? And who am I supposed to report this to?

When this good-for-nothing computer was being made, my master didn't make me study much cultural knowledge, but I did pick up a few practical life skills. So...

Someone's sick? I can diagnose and treat them, and even make medicine. I might as well start a good-for-nothing pharmaceutical factory...

Not enough to eat? Why are the ancients so hung up on not having enough food? Fine, I'll work hard and see if I can grow more crops...

Hahaha~~~ You good-for-nothing computer, are you trying to kill me laughing? You want to generate electricity too??? Have you even learned how? Who knows...

The general is a good general. He has only one response to every request from the heroine: "Good." It's both reassuring and touching...

A little scheming and political intrigue at court wouldn't hurt, right? It would make a nice change of pace...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.