That giant Golden Cudgel that was hanging across the void a few days ago fell into my backyard this morning when I got up?
Little Drill Wind: In Journey to the West, I wouldn’t blame you for calling me Little Drill Wind. But in this world, isn’t it just plain wrong not to call me Ancestor Drill Wind?
What? The Golden Cudgel can transmigrate too? No problem, I’ll go sightseeing in all kinds of worlds: wuxia, xianxia, magic, anime (I’m still considering this one and haven’t settled on a style in case it goes off the rails. If readers are interested, I could write it too), the primordial world, Journey to the West… (I won’t transmigrate at first. There’ll be a stretch of story set in the modern world. The protagonist should at least train up a bit before heading to all those worlds to show off, right?)
Come on, come on, come on