With the year drawing to a close, he looked at his bank account balance, which held only one month's salary, and lay awake with anxiety. He got up to play some games and try to unwind.
Unexpectedly, he somehow fell asleep.
When he woke, he had become the grandson of an old innkeeper. He looked at the familiar name of his family's inn.
Seeing the familiar monsters outside, rooting around the crops, he was convinced for a time that he had transmigrated into a game world.
Until he met an old Daoist priest, who sold him a book of laws.
Gradually, he realized this might not be a simple case of transmigrating into a game world. It seemed more like this world was relying on a brand-new soul...
