Three months after transmigrating, Chen An saw his own name on an order form.
The notes column read: “Damaged goods, de-registered.”
He was still alive. But in this world, people listed as “damaged goods” usually ended up in an alchemy furnace. One living person made one human pill. A cultivator might consume two or three hundred in a lifetime. Forty thousand users swallowed a million lives every year. No one thought anything was wrong. They called it a consumable.
