“Hey, what are you spacing out for?! Where’s the bomb I gave you?!”
“The bomb was heavy, so I threw it away.”
“What?! You threw it away?! What have you done?!
You’re going to get us all killed!
It’s all your fault! Everything is...”
Good news: You fell from five hundred meters up, opened your eyes, and found that you were still alive. You had transmigrated.
Bad news: After transmigrating, you discovered you were twenty thousand meters in the air.
Good news: You’d been single since birth, but after transmigrating, you found yourself holding a girl in your arms.
Bad news: You were twenty thousand meters up.
Good news: Your terminal illness was gone.
Bad news: Twenty thousand meters...
Good news: The body you’d taken over after transmigrating was immortal. You wouldn’t die even if you fell from twenty thousand meters.
Bad news: Actually, you’re ￥%#…&*@ (censored by the author)
