Immortal Saint

I was an ordinary illustrator in the 21st century. I stayed up late working on a draft for a week and died suddenly next to the computer. Then when I woke up, I was born directly into this strange world. What's more, this profession is really useless for time travel. I am not a soldier, nor a doctor, nor can I recite 300 Tang poems, nor can I make things. Now, except for my useless golden finger that has a little willpower to move things, sometimes I wonder if the point of wanting her to time travel is to let myself change the world and become an ordinary person? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.