Lin Fan never imagined he'd fulfill his “transmigration KPI” in such an absurd way.
At 11:59 that night, he was curled up under the covers, having one last friendly meeting of the day with his ever-diligent “hand assistant,” consoling his restless “brother.” He must have been working overtime a little too enthusiastically, because not a drop of sweat from his palm went to waste. It trickled straight toward the old phone charger by his bed.
Just as the clock struck midnight, he shuddered all over, ready to complete his “launch mission.” At that very moment, the current followed the pool of sweat and found him with pinpoint accuracy!
“Ughhh!”
As he convulsed violently like a breakdancing champion, the last thought in Lin Fan's mind was, “Damn, this really does feel like getting electrocuted...”
When he opened his eyes again, there was no familiar ceiling, no post-orgasmic emptiness. Instead, he saw blue skies, white clouds, and swirling yellow dust, while a bewildered old farmer in ancient garb stared at him.
“Good sir, where have you come from? And why are your clothes... so outrageously unconventional?”
Lin Fan looked down at the single pair of briefs he was wearing and shivered in the early Tang breeze. He wiped his face and glared at the sky in grief and indignation.
“Heavens, I was one second away! One second! Who's responsible for this workplace injury?!”
