Transmigration + history + fantasy + wild imagination, no System
A fantasy world should be a long way from the twenty-first century, right?
I was in the prime of my youth when I died. Then my transmigration journey began.
The eerie underworld, a terrifying nuclear explosion, and a ridiculously contrived transmigration.
In the age of the wilderness, first survive, then thrive.
I wake with a start from a dream. I'm the Dragon King's third son?
My sworn brother is Chiyou?
A giant panda is my wet nurse?
My big brother is here? Great! From now on, I'll just eat and sleep, and scheme against him.
What are you writing? I can't understand more and more. Is it fantasy or time travel? It's also about history. It's getting worse and worse.
It feels like a mess. An office worker has so many ideas.