After transmigrating into the body of Ximen Qing, I finally understood.
Life’s greatest tragedy isn’t transmigrating as a villain.
It’s knowing the plot, while the plot knows you know.
I only wanted to sell medicine quietly, stay away from Pan Jinlian, respect Wu Dalang, fear Wu Song, and be an upstanding small-business owner in Yanggu County who obeyed the law.
Then on day one, a crossbeam hit me on the head.
On day two, Jinlian glanced back at me.
On day three, Wu Dalang coughed up blood.
On day four, Wu Song returned from killing a tiger.
I wanted to report everything to the authorities on the spot.
Then I found out the authorities were waiting for me to drug someone, too.
This whole world had gone rotten long ago.
The Heavenly Book determines everyone’s fate. Star spirits devour people. Liangshan isn’t a band of heroes gathering together; it’s an altar for the old Heavenly Court to restart its Investiture of the Gods. The so-called 108 heroes are just 108 names already written into the script.
And my fate, as Ximen Qing, was set down in the Book of Destiny: lust, drugging, a beating, then a sudden death.
I refuse to accept it.
Why can Song Jiang kill people and be called the Timely Rain, while I sell medicine and get called a menace?
Why does Wu Song’s strength make him a champion of Heaven’s cause, while saving a widow means I’m cursed by romance?
Why can everyone in Water Margin join Liangshan, while I’m the only one who has to go straight to the afterlife?
I just want to live.
And, while I’m at it, rescue everyone who was supposed to die, go mad, or be sacrificed from the pages of the Heavenly Book.
As for what people say about me...
They say I sell medicine.
Only later do they learn that what I sell is life.
