I, Victor Lin Ang, am an utterly ordinary transmigrator.
When I woke up, less than twenty percent of my soul remained, and it was still dwindling by the hour. The girl next door told me my brother had gone missing, our home had been turned upside down, and the gang claimed the house had been put up as collateral.
Well, this start is even worse than my previous life as a wage slave.
So what now? Maybe I should check what information this useless System has.
