A Bystander’s Real-Life Account of Life in a World of Intersecting Realms

Here's how it happened.

I'm a Mengji, a strange creature that looks like a cat, has pitch-black fur all over, and says “Mengji, Mengji” whenever it opens its mouth.

The good news: after cultivating deep in the mountains for a hundred years, I woke up from a nap and turned into a human.

The bad news: the mountains were gone, and I'd become a baby.

I struggled to survive until I was twelve. Then my parents got into a fight and accidentally injured my head. Someone claiming to be from the Time and Space Transmigration Bureau found me through the coordinates of my dreams.

This world was formed by merging several fragmented awakening novels with a real world in the late stages of the apocalypse.

That didn't really matter. You can survive anywhere. After filling out a stack of forms with my registration and identity details, I settled into my new world and kept living the lazy life of a salted fish.

At the time, I had no idea how serious things were.

Until one day, they told me:

The genius kid upstairs who skipped a grade was the son of the heroine from a “pregnant heroine runs away” romance.

And I'd stolen his candy the day before.

The disheveled middle-aged man downstairs was one of the main characters in a story about a powerful figure, with an ensemble cast of people with supernatural abilities.

Ha ha.

That's hilarious. Just yesterday, I made fun of his cooking and said even a dog wouldn't eat it.

The neighbor to my left was the no-romance heroine of a supernatural story. The one to my right was the real young master from a mistaken-identity story, a guy with a mysterious past.

Me: ...

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Move. I have to move!

Every neighbor is a high-risk story protagonist, and I'm just some random passerby... Cat, suffocating.jpg