I Transmigrated into a Low-Ranking Official and Just Want to Slack Off

Lin Yan, a modern-day office drone, wakes up to find himself the lowest-ranking constable in the county yamen of a fictional dynasty.

Low pay, endless blame, always the first to take the fall when something goes wrong. The sort of man whose name no one would remember even if he died.

All he wants is to keep his head down and earn enough to eat. Instead:

His superior uses him as a human shield, his colleagues shove him forward to take the blame, the local gentry treat him as disposable, and every case is more dangerous than the last.

With no other choice, Lin Yan cracks jokes, frantically shifts the blame, and uses a modern office drone’s “meeting-room jargon, workplace savvy, and reverse-PUA tactics” to survive in the cracks of the bureaucracy.

He only meant to keep his head down. But the longer he does, the more he realizes…

Why does everyone come to ask his opinion before they start fighting?

A nobody’s origins, a goofy exterior, and a political schemer’s core.

This is the story of “a constable who doesn’t want a promotion, but circumstances insist on making him the mastermind behind it all.”