All My Pen Pals Have Transmigrated

After more than ten years, Chen Ping's pen pals had finally started writing back. Even the postal service couldn't take more than a decade to deliver a letter!

He opened the first one. "Are you kidding me? The apocalypse, and you've run out of food? Fine, I'm kindhearted, so here's some hardtack."

He opened the second. "That's ridiculous. You transmigrated to a cultivation world but can't cultivate? Fine, here's a martial arts novel."

He opened the third. "No way, you transmigrated to the Primordial World and became Taishang Laojun? Fine, here's a pile of medicine and cardboard packaging."

Then came the replies.

He opened the first. "Enclosed: one vial of enhancement serum. Could it be poisonous?"

He opened the second. "Enclosed: one cultivation manual. Could it make me sick?"

He opened the third. "Enclosed: one bottle of miraculous elixir. Could it explode?"

Everyone else has transmigrated. I might as well go along too!

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