Those Years I Sold Zombies Across the Heavens

There’s one piece of bad news and one piece of good news. The bad news is that I transmigrated into a fantasy world, where I’m a good-for-nothing, and this isn’t one of those stories where the good-for-nothing rises to greatness. The good news is that, like most transmigrators, I have a golden finger. It came with a shop, and the shop gave me a starter pack. The starter pack was a marriage contract... Wait, wasn’t this supposed to be a story without a broken engagement?