[No system + no golden finger + no soul penetration]
My name is Shen Mo, an ordinary person who can't be found if I am thrown into a crowd. He hasn't read many books, hasn't practiced martial arts, has no background and no backing, and is even less courageous than others.
When I opened my eyes, it was not high-rise buildings, but green tiles and earthen walls, coarse linen clothes, a difficult accent, and strict rules - I arrived in the Ming Dynasty.
There is no system, no golden finger, no ability to predict the world, and no ambition to change the world. I was afraid of officials, afraid of soldiers, afraid of being hungry, afraid of losing my head if I said the wrong thing, afraid of being bullied and not even having the strength to fight back.
What I ask for is never to be crowned a prince or prime minister, or to leave a name in history, but to live.
Talk less, keep your head down more, avoid others and give way to others, don't show off, don't show off, don't make enemies, don't cause trouble. If you have a stutter, try your best to keep it. If you have a roof over your head, you will be content. Others laugh at me for being cowardly and timid, but I accept that.
In this troubled Ming Dynasty, cowardice is not a shameful thing, it is the ability to survive.
I just want to be safe and sound, get through day by day, live, and watch the sun rise again.
But things didn't seem to be going the way I thought. . .
