I transmigrated.
Other people transmigrate with divine gear, divine beasts, and amazing teammates.
Lin Luxi transmigrates and loses her pork belly, gets six teammates, and finds herself in instances full of doughnuts and forbidden books that curse at people.
And the most ridiculous part is that this world's instance System is run by a lazy AI administrator.
Administrator: “I've been working overtime for tens of thousands of years and haven't earned a single cent.”
Lin Luxi: “...So?”
Administrator: “The System is about to crash. Help me fix the computer.”
Lin Luxi: “???”
