Everyone else transmigrates as a tycoon or a genius. How come I ended up with a birth loan?!
Still, at least I have a scenic spot... I can put on some big immersive dramas for the young masters and ladies and earn a little hard cash. Life should be manageable.
But what do you mean the NPCs I made up are moving on their own?
That's as ridiculous as a eunuch visiting a brothel.
Then one day, Zhao Ran stared at the enormous tree that had appeared out of thin air and fell into deep thought.
This is a lighthearted development story, with a few minigames in the early chapters.
No female lead, because I can't write romance.
Mindless power fantasy, because I can't write logic.
When in doubt, blame quantum mechanics.
If someone gets on your nerves, hit them with an electromagnetic field.
