Qu Kege'Mo's Transmigration

Kegemo watched the clock ticking in the lower-right corner of his computer screen: 19:27. Only a few lights remained on in the office building, and one belonged to the “Startrail E-Commerce Services Department” where he worked. The instant coffee in the mug on his desk had long since gone cold, leaving a ring of undissolved grounds on the inside. It was just like the “Cloudsilk Boutique” online store makeover he was working on: a pile of seemingly unrelated requests waiting for him to use his professional skills to turn them into a polished online storefront.