Book Transmigration: Don't Ignore Common Sense Just Because of a Name

Under revision* The name Jiang Yunzhi was told to me by Miss Nalan, who claimed to be my mother. It was the name I was given when I was born.

But I’ve never known why I should live. I never thought about dying before; later, when I did want to die, I was held back by the rules she taught me. Now, it seems I shouldn’t die: I have a vague feeling that something remains unfinished.

I’ve never wanted to interfere with the world, nor have I wanted the world to interfere with me. In other people’s eyes, this is an illness: emotional detachment. Put plainly, I’m heartless and unfeeling. But I know perfectly well why: I’m missing a heart in my chest.

Still, none of that matters. I could live by the rules for a few short centuries, then die, and it would all be over. But the unexpected began with someone who claimed to be the child of a god…

By what seemed like chance, I came across a novel whose protagonist shared my name, then was pulled into its world by a strange power I had never encountered before.

There, I met a strange man. He seemed to know me well, sometimes even better than I knew myself.

At first, he felt just a little familiar, especially his eyes. They were beautiful. Gradually, though, I began to realize that we might have met before, might have been on friendly terms for a long time, or even been close enough to be friends or family.

But whether he was good to me or cruel, whether he hated me or loved me, all I knew was that according to my current memories, he was still a stranger. There was even less reason for feelings I could not properly understand to exist between us.

Especially since, when I first arrived in that world, the man did something to me that there was no reason to forgive. In my mind, he was already my enemy.

I have always been heartless and unfeeling. Besides, I have to… kill him.