On my first day at work, I was hit and sent flying. When I woke up, I had transmigrated!
The catch is, to open the door back to the modern world, I have to get up early every day and absorb something... Primordial Purple Qi?
Even after transmigrating, does a corporate drone still have to suffer those 8 a.m. starts?
With this ability, I had planned to quietly trade goods between the two worlds, grow fabulously wealthy, and surround myself with beauties.
But the powerful people of this world keep trying to treat me like an ant they can crush at will.
Until one day, driven to the brink, I stood in the Golden Throne Hall and calmly gazed at the being seated above all others.
The first thing I said to the emperor was, *****
