Other people transmigrate and either cultivate, level up, and seize the realm, or scheme and fight over men. I transmigrated to the Tang dynasty only to become a dwarf, fretting every day over food, firewood, and other necessities.
Here, you have to submit a thesis to prove your martial arts level, and even top fighters’ mounts need license plates. My childhood sweetheart next door is a pockmarked girl, the swaggering Taoist master is an insurance salesman who transmigrated here, and my enemy is the male lead of a fantasy novel, complete with a golden finger and the protagonist’s halo.
Other people’s transmigrated lives are full of excitement and color. I just want to go home!
A hilarious tale of life in the post-transmigration era, with all its food, chores, pots and pans, swords and spears.
