[Warhammer 40K] [Western Fantasy] [Not a power fantasy] [Author welcomes feedback]
I don't know what other transmigrators' golden fingers do when they face enemies, but when I look at the colorful "comments" floating before my eyes...
Dark gold: "Listen, Xiao An. Humanity in our world clawed its way up through blood and steel. Don't you dare embarrass us on someone else's turf!"
Red: "Yeah, show some spirit!"
Green: "Good! That's the way!"
Purple: "Let's see what he does."
Don't ask why there's no blue, because...
"Big Blue Bird, I need to get up early tomorrow!"
P.S. I'm no good at writing blurbs, so please head to the story itself.
My grassland, my horse, my book, my sofa, I give you both the sofa and the good reviews!