My Best Friend and I Transmigrated Together

This story has no space, no System, and no golden finger.

Having a big meal with my best friend should have been a lovely time, but who could have guessed that stepping on a manhole cover would make us transmigrate?

We landed in a pit of cow manure. We were fine at first, but the stench knocked us both out.

The little mountain village was desperately poor, so the first thing we did after waking up was figure out how to make money and improve our meals. The two of us started a small business, and just as things began to look up, misfortune struck from all sides: natural disasters and human calamities hit at once.