Reborn: My Years as a Dog

Urban fantasy + transmigration + partially fictional setting + livestreaming + college life On the eve of graduation, I got blackout drunk with my roommates and somehow transmigrated, returning to the day I first enrolled as a freshman. My college years last time around left me with far too many regrets. This time, I’ll make up for every one of them. I’m going to be an influencer! I’m going to make money. First I’ll swallow my pride and earn cash, then use that cash to buy prestige. Thanks to the scale effects of the knowledge economy, all I have to do is clown around online like a dog to make people laugh, then save up all the tiny “bones” my viewers tip me until I can trade them for a Rolls-Royce Cullinan! Who says being popular has to mean being a bright shade of red? Isn’t being infamous still a kind of fame? Isn’t the sponge ball on a clown’s nose red? I want to be famous, so I’m taking an unconventional route and becoming an online clown. Is that embarrassing? I don’t think so!