Other people transmigrate with a System. I run a pawnshop that takes junk.
Zhao Yun pawns half a Spear of Dragon Gallbladder. Cheng Yaojin puts up a chipped battle axe. Xiaoqiao sobs as she brings in half a song, “Ode to the Long River.”
Sun Shangxiang is the strangest of all. She slaps her betrothal to the Hegemon King onto the counter. “The marriage deal failed. I'll pawn it for my freedom!”
I cheerfully take their bizarre collateral and help them resolve the lingering obsessions from their past lives.
Then one day, a mighty cultivator barges into the pawnshop and stares at the “junk” covering every wall.
“You call this junk? That's Zhao Yun's spear intent, capable of shattering realms! That's the axe resonance that split the heavens, from Cheng Yaojin!”
“Wait... Xiaoqiao's half-song is an ancient soul-summoning incantation? Sun Shangxiang's betrothal is a shackle forged by the Heavenly Dao?”
The cultivator asks in a trembling voice, “Who exactly are you?”
I look completely innocent. “I'm just an unlucky shopkeeper who's been hit on by women and transmigrated.”
Before I can finish speaking, the seal beneath the pawnshop shakes, and a figure who looks almost exactly like me slowly rises from the ground.
“Allow me to introduce my worldly incarnation, the one I cut off to experience life.”
