[Feel-good, single protagonist, no romance, no CP, a protagonist with brains, snark, going crazy, first-person POV]
The good news is, I transmigrated. The bad news is, this world is cutthroat and more than a little messed up.
One night, I finally started to lose it. After talking with those people across from me, who may or may not have had a pregnancy-preserving injection jabbed into their heads, I was furious. Then I thought about having to go to work the next day, and got even angrier. I sighed. This world was completely insane.
Then I realized I was insane too. I felt like I was doing something incredibly contradictory, like I had split personalities. I’d had enough of this world. I was done with those so-called friends and relatives who treated me differently, and with parents who ignored me whether I’d done anything or not. I didn’t want to care about anything anymore. I was saying goodbye to this world right now!
So, while I was carrying out my own plan, I transmigrated, in the most predictable way possible. It was some classic cultivation novel. When I woke up and realized I was still alive, I got a little annoyed. Everything seemed to be working against me. I hadn’t transmigrated when I was at my most energetic, but now I had. What the hell kind of life was this?
I’d had enough! So I decided to give up and coast. But whether that was just my natural constitution or something else, my life ended up full of inexplicable events.
