Transmigrating to Amphoreus: I Tore Up the Flaming Script

As the ending animation of Amphoreus reached its final frame, Yanzhou stared at the screen, his hand still clenched around the mouse. This wasn't the ending he wanted. As he was criticizing the plot, the screen suddenly erupted in white light. When he opened his eyes again, the fragrant scent of wheat stalks filled his nose.

"Transmigrated? I've really transmigrated into Amphoreus?" Yanzhou looked down at the hem of his clothes, dotted with awns. After a moment of stunned silence, he burst out laughing. "All right," he said with certainty, brushing his hand over the ears of wheat beside him. "I'll fix all those heartbreaking regrets, and I'll help the players get the redemption they've wished for a million times!" But in the next second, the warmth around him abruptly froze. In the shadows between the wheat rows stood a figure in a black cloak, a mask gleaming with cold metal covering their face. Even the fingertips left exposed looked icy…