I transmigrated five years ago. Without a golden finger, I had to borrow ideas from Earth’s songs and movies to make my fortune. And now you’re telling me the apocalypse is here?
Do you know what I’ve been through these past five years?
What do you mean, there’s a golden finger? Well, that changes everything!
It’s just a lousy diary, and I have to figure it out myself. On top of that, I have to support all these beautiful tenants. This is so hard!
