My name is Lin Bei.
Three minutes ago, I was revising the tenth version of the plan at my workstation when my phone suddenly exploded and a white light flashed in front of my eyes - I had fucking traveled through time.
The good news is that there is no shortage of "memory instillation" that comes standard with time travel. My mind is now filled with information about this different world called "Adras": steam locomotives, crystal energy, levitating airships, the whole cyberpunk and magic suture monster.
The bad news is that the body I traveled through has a somewhat miserable identity.
An orphan, a poor man, living in a shack next to the sewer, even picking up today's breakfast.
