Quick Transmigration: The Clingy System Won't Cling, and I Prefer a Quiet Life

Outside an ancient city on the outskirts of City C stood a boy wearing a military-green coat and a hat like Logger Vick’s. His nose was running, his skin was pale, and his frame was frail. Standing before the city gates, his soaked clothes made him look as though he could collapse at any moment.

When he saw a tall figure carrying an umbrella and leading a little girl toward him, he promptly fell down in front of them.

Just before he passed out, he heard the girl’s childish, urgent voice draw nearer: “A Yuan! Save him…”

…Any resemblance is purely coincidental. This is a fictional story and has no connection to reality.

The story’s content is subject to the version available at the time.