“I used to be a corporate drone,” Liu Tianyi tells the pop-up window. “Back then, I saw someone drowning and jumped in without a second thought. By the time I reached them, they were nowhere to be seen. I thought an undercurrent had swept them away. Just as I was about to get ashore and call an ambulance and the fire department, I suddenly ran out of strength and sank. When I woke up, I was here.”
He pounds the ground with both fists and weeps bitterly. “But why did I have to transmigrate into a tragic novel? There are so many other places I could've transmigrated to!”
Stay alive. Stay alive. Stay alive.
Liu Tianyi trains hard just to survive.
“What do you want to do now that you're here?”
“My ambition is to be the protagonist's lackey.”
“But where is the protagonist!? Where's the protagonist I was promised!?”
“What is going on with you girls? You... don't come any closer!”
Heroine: “Stop running! You're my husband. You can't get away!”
Second heroine: “Young Master Liu, Xiaorou likes you best.”
Third heroine: “Hmph. Since it's your request, of course I'll agree.”
“You... This... I... Ha ha... ow.”
