Reborn in Ancient Times with the System, I'm Invincible

[Stormy night · Race against death] Lin Mo curled up in a cubicle in an office tower, the blue glow of his screen illuminating the dark circles beneath his eyes. The clatter of his keyboard sounded like a death knell. His boss’s latest feedback blinked red in his inbox: “If your next revision doesn’t stand out, you’re out.” He grabbed his cold coffee and gulped it down. Suddenly, his heart clenched with a spasmodic pain. As his vision blurred, lightning split the night sky outside, and a bolt of violet-gold electricity pierced the bulletproof glass and shot straight toward his chest... When he opened his eyes again, the stench of rotten straw and mildew filled his nostrils. Fine rain slipped through the leaky roof of a shabby thatched hut, wetting the clammy cold sweat on his face. His whole body screamed with pain, as if he had been crushed under a cart. His fingers brushed coarse hemp clothing, its sleeves patched and worn. Outside the door, people shouted angrily: “That sickly bastard still not dead yet?” “Good riddance if he is. He’s been nothing but a burden to our village!” Memories flooded in. The body’s original owner had been a penniless scholar from Liuhe Village in Qingyun County, Great Yin. His parents were dead, and years of studying day and night had left him with consumption. After collapsing in the rain yesterday, someone else had taken over his body. Lin Mo struggled to sit up and saw a pale, delicate face reflected in a puddle. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed half a bitter laugh. Was it some dark joke of fate that a modern man’s soul had been trapped in such a frail body?