The protagonist has no bottom line, no morals, and no ethics. He's also a Cao Cao-type womanizer.
He wakes up lying in the mountains, with a tiger right in front of him. He's so useless that even jogging leaves him stopping to gasp for breath. He's only 173 centimeters tall, yet weighs over 90 kilograms. You expect him to fight a tiger? He'd just be delivering himself as a meal, and the kind that shows up right at its door.
He has no weapon and no way to hurt it. All he's got is a sturdy frame, and he's wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. If he charged, the tiger would probably thank the heavens for sending it such a fine gift, one it could eat without even tearing apart.
The protagonist, Run An, can only think, “Damn, that came out of nowhere!” The sudden shock has thrown his back out. If he could go back, he'd be all for it, right away.
Unfortunately, no one listens. To survive, he can only lie low and wait for the big shot in front of him to leave on its own.
(The protagonist has never watched the show about the courtyard compound. He only knows a few of the women; everything else is a mystery to him.)
This book is written to ride the trend. I'll write whatever I like, and you can read however you like. Don't take the plot too seriously; after all, the author doesn't watch the TV series. Please forgive me.
The worlds are undecided, and he won't stay in one for long. He's just here to have fun and do as he pleases.
Well! I can't understand it.