The day I transmigrated, I was three hundred million in debt. With nowhere left to turn, I opened a livestreaming app, planning to scam some money and make a run for it.
But I accidentally chose the wrong filter, and the livestream background switched straight to a real ancient battlefield.
Thinking quickly, I rebranded as a streamer doing “immersive ancient survival.” The props looked real, the actors were dedicated, and I started making a fortune every day.
That is, until the wealthy patron at the top of the leaderboard, who had just spent a fortune, suddenly called in: “You act well, but when will my Crown Princess return to the palace to marry me?”
I was about to make an excuse when the camera caught the patron’s face. It was identical to the battlefield general’s.
