I'm a perfectly nice young man from this era, the kind who cries buckets watching Naruto. Then I transmigrated to an advanced martial arts world, and not only am I not an orphan, I have four generations under one roof. My talent awakens tomorrow, on my eighteenth birthday. What am I supposed to do?
Day after day, everyone around me talks about heading to the front lines to fight the myriad races, and they always seem to include me in the plan...
Fight the myriad races? No way. Absolutely not.
Following the traditional education I received as a good young man in my previous life, I should: one, stay out of trouble with the government; two, find a respectable job; and three, fulfill my elders' wishes by marrying a pretty wife and raising a kid for fun...
What, you say I awakened the most useless healing talent, so I'll have to spend the rest of my life in logistics? You don't need to comfort me. Hahahaha, I'm really not having a nervous breakdown because I'm upset, hahahaha...
