It was all because of that horse. I transmigrated, and now I have a problem: I've been framed, and the culprit is a truck.
Selling flashlights in a wuxia world, giving sleeping pills to people heading to the capital for the imperial exams... How did someone become a martial arts master with a flashlight?
In a world where people and motorcycles switched places, did I become a Cybertronian?
You want me to be Santa Claus for a day? You're in for a world of pain.
Mecha fighting evil gods? Why is every world we end up in stranger than the last?
The author isn't in a great state of mind. If the author stops updating, it means their brain has gotten a little better.
