[Writing earnestly has gotten a little depressing, so I want to go off the rails. Making up for regrets + a little everyday life + firm limits.]
I'm Wang Xiaoming, a child from... uh... a dysfunctional family. A transmigrator, a fan of anime and tokusatsu heroes (idiot, scratch that) for a dad; an otherworldly demon yandere (psycho, scratch that too) for a mom; and a rather useless self. If you asked what the weak little me inherited from my parents, would mental instability count?
As you can see, my parents decided I wasn't capable of making my own choices, so they sent me to train across the myriad worlds. The first stop is Demon Slayer, since it seems relatively safe. (What about the next stop? I'll check the comments, hehe. The plan is to go wild and dream big. (Dog-head emoji, manually added.))
Wang Xiaoming: I'm just a passing... wanderer! Right! A wanderer! Get that straight!
