(Half comedy, with a little logic. Written with guidance from an immortal and years of diary-writing experience, so it’s not entirely made up.)
Many years later, when Chen Lin, leader of the Cosmic Cultivation Development Group, sat before a black hole preparing to look back on his epic cultivation journey, he would surely remember the afternoon he transmigrated, and the old man who said to him:
“Young transmigrator~~~”
“Would you like to choose this gold identity: peerless talent, royal blood, and a prince of the Cultivation Dynasty?”
“Or this silver identity: exceptional talent, born with a Wood Spirit Root, and a core disciple of a secret cultivation sect?”
“Or this bronze identity: born with intellectual disabilities, but diligent and eager to learn every day?”
Do you have the same version? It's very interesting.
It's so beautiful, humorous, affectionate and righteous, love is stronger than gold