My name is Marshal. I was originally a hard-working migrant worker, but I traveled through time in a short sleep. Is this world so upside down?
The world I traveled to has Buddhas, demons, literature, and mages.
The marshal, who was still sleeping soundly, woke up from prison and found himself trapped in prison. The next day, he was exiled to the frontier.
He just wants to use his modern thinking to earn some money to support his retirement in ancient times.
Let's see how I play around with the world!
Empress? Go aside, don't covet my beauty!
A strong martial artist? Then why are you shaking? Parkinson?
A powerful figure in the literary world? Do you want me to be your teacher? Sorry I'm just a porter!
Buddhist country? What Buddha? If I become a Buddha, there will be no demons in the world!
PS: perfect ending
