I, Chen Mo, transmigrated.
I landed in a Lin Zhengying movie with nothing in my pockets but a System and a sign-in button. The night Uncle Nine took me on as a disciple, he asked, “What can you do?”
I said, “I can... clock in every morning.”
Qiu Sheng laughed so hard he slapped his thigh, while Wen Cai stood beside him chewing on his fingers. Only Uncle Nine looked at me and said nothing.
Later, on the night Ren Weiyong burst out of his coffin, I drove a Soul-Sealing Nail from the sign-in rewards into his right shoulder. Qiu Sheng stopped laughing. Wen Cai stopped chewing his fingers, too.
Uncle Nine said, “You’re pretty lucky.”
Only I knew there was another line of tiny text at the bottom of the System panel, one I’d never dared to open.
Later still, Tingting had a red cord around her wrist aboard a ship in Nanyang; in an underground passage in Hong Kong, I saw Uncle Nine’s name written on a wall of blood; and that public housing block in Yuen Long collapsed again and again in 2013
The System began to change. Beside the sign-in button, another character appeared.
“Wait.”
