Transmigrate to a Tropical Island: Retirement Begins with Foraging at Sea

After dying from overwork, Lin Yue transmigrates into the body of a good-for-nothing on an island.

His parents are both dead, his seafood stall is on the verge of going under, and he has only 800 yuan left in his bank account.

Fortunately, Heaven gives him two golden fingers:

X-ray vision: he can instantly see where razor clams, crabs, and sea urchins are buried in the mudflats.

Animal speech: he can understand animals, and stray cats come by every day to ask him for dried fish.

Everyone else who transmigrates dreams of taking over the world.

Lin Yue just wants to lie flat.

He gathers seafood, sells it, drinks tea, watches the ocean, pets cats, plays with dogs, and chats with old sea turtles.

Someone asks him, “Aren’t you going back to the city to build a career?”

Lin Yue points to the sea. “Isn’t this my career?”

In his previous life, he worked himself to death. This time, nobody’s going to make him work hard.