The Story of How I Got Stabbed Right After I Transmigrated

[Plot-Driven, Farming, Growth, Western Fantasy, System]

Good grief! What kind of start is this? Why was I stabbed the moment I transmigrated? What the heck! Why are you stabbing me again?! Huh?!

The protagonist is neither wholly good nor wholly evil. He’s no white lotus or self-sacrificing saint, just a typical self-interested person.

Who didn’t dream of being a hero when they were young...

Who wouldn’t want to ride a dragon across mountains and seas...

Who wouldn’t want to lead a mighty army to conquer cities and seize territory...

Who wouldn’t want a perfect romance and nights filled with song...

Who wouldn’t want to show off without anyone noticing, then keep their achievements secret...

I only want to grow quietly. I don’t want to cause trouble.

But if you dare come after me, I’ll make sure you leave defeated.

P.S. The author has been heavily influenced by Japanese anime, so the scenes imagined while writing have an anime style. Readers are welcome to picture them that way. The author welcomes all criticism and corrections, except personal attacks and insults. If there’s a chance later on, I’ll collaborate with readers: you can create characters you love, and I’ll work them into the story. Together, we’ll write the history of this otherworld.