[Quick Transmigration] [The Protagonist Is a System] [No Female Lead] [Lighthearted] [A Little Funny]
I’m Su Congxin, 22 years old, an unemployed college graduate.
I was crossing the street after a job interview when a sudden “ding” sounded in my head.
I froze, and then a car hit me.
The System that had just bound itself to me tried to save my life and ended up destroying itself.
Before it went, it bundled up all its functions and left them to me.
When I woke up, I checked out the setup for my new job:
A System panel with 9% energy.
A “Scan” function (range: three meters, roughly equivalent to fumbling around in the dark for your keys).
And a “Transmigrate” button (cooldown: unknown).
…Well, at least I was employed now.
And so began my life as an overworked office drone, traveling between worlds, binding Hosts, and helping them turn their lives around.
Being a System is a lot like starting a business.
The upfront investment is huge, the payoff takes ages, and you have to worry that your Host might bail at any moment.
But watching my first Host go from being unable to afford an egg with his bowl of plain noodles to solving problems through his own efforts…
Honestly, it was pretty rewarding.
I just don’t know when I’ll get the System fixed.
And then there are the fragmented records left behind by my predecessor, blurry entries that look as if some force erased them. What are they hiding?
