I Rely on Involution to Cling to Brother Monkey's Coattails

A modern-day 996 grind queen, a White Bone Demon, works herself to death from overtime. When she opens her eyes, she's transmigrated into one of Journey to the West's guaranteed-death roles: a little skeleton on White Tiger Ridge!

At least she arrived early! She hasn't eaten anyone, tricked Tang Sanzang, or taken a single blow. She's started out as a pure, innocent darling, with a tragic enough past to make all three realms weep, no connections, no backers, and a hellish start from the bottom.

Other people transmigrate into Journey to the West and build careers, flirt with Tang Sanzang, or vie for supremacy over the three realms.

Me? Staying alive comes first, working myself to the bone comes second, and I'm welding the Great Sage's thigh firmly to my side!

From then on, Journey to the West gains one bizarre White Bone Demon:

She doesn't seduce Tang Sanzang, compete with other women, kill, or steal. She just meditates and checks in every day, hits her spiritual-herb KPIs, and racks up merit points, working so hard that the demons all over the mountain start questioning their lives.

At first, the Great Sage looks on coldly.