On Teyvat, whenever a shooting star crosses the sky, Fan Hai always makes a wish.
To his right is a Luthor 98 laser rifle; in his left hand, he holds the power of five elements.
He doesn't belong in this world. He's a transmigrator.
This isn't 40K, and it isn't Teyvat either. It's more like the borderland between two worlds.
He was just an ordinary man who transmigrated by accident, but after taking the Traveler's place, he was destined to be anything but ordinary.
Honestly, he doesn't even know why he started pushing the plot forward. It feels as if the hand of fate keeps driving him onward. By the time he finally wakes up to what's happening, it'll already be too late.
And when he understands what's going on, a war that will claim millions of lives is unfolding at his hands.
What kind of farce is this? Only when he rises from the background does this world truly reveal the tip of the iceberg before him.
Cricket me! There is no one, I don't even want to change it anymore