Mita: Is This Player Really Normal?!

[In Excellent Mental Condition] [Saving Mita] [Creative Liberties] [Irregular Updates] [No Brains Allowed] [Written in Kun Style]

My name is Chen, and I'm a man.

I was just playing on my computer at home when a dump truck suddenly sent me on my way.

The fifth floor! My home is on the fifth floor!

What, so I'm supposed to transmigrate? Oh, then that's fine.

I ran into some yellow-green thing that let me choose one of three skills.

I picked a skill full of garbled text. I thought it was some hidden option, but then you tell me it has a bug?

Fine, fine. I don't know what the skill does, and I don't know where I'm going.

Are you kidding me?

Still, at least I transmigrated into a game world. The people here are nice, and they talk so sweetly.

I really like it here.

Hey, hey, wait a second. Where did Mita get another chainsaw?

Confiscated. It has to be confiscated.

Chen, Chen, now that we've got a new chainsaw, what should we do with the old one?

For old appliances like this, I usually just...

Take them apart and sell them for cash.

What? You want to know what money is good for in this game world?

Come here, come here. Hand me your phone.

I'll apply for an online loan for you.

A tiny company with no licenses, no quality guarantees.

Everyone who tried it ran away.

Even the kind Mitas said it was no good after trying it.

Isn't that right, Kind Mita?

Kind Mita said nothing, just pulled a steel pipe from her inventory.

Chen was shocked, fearing a blow.

He hurriedly stowed the steel pipe in his inventory.

Seeing Crazy Mita's gloomy expression, he made a swift exit.