My whole family transmigrated into a book, and I’m the only one without a golden finger.
My eldest brother was reborn, but all his memories were wrong. He took us south of the city to find our enemy, and we found a tofu seller instead.
My second sister got a script, but she needs someone to act opposite her to trigger it. I thought her acting was too awkward, so I refused to play along.
My fourth younger brother has a System. His starter pack had twenty coins. He spent eight on a piece of information, and the last two were deducted, shutting the System down.
My fifth younger sister got the whole book. She flipped to chapter forty, and everything after that was blank.
The creditors came knocking, soldiers arrived to seize our home, our stepmother tried to steal the property deed, and a distant cousin wanted to take over the old house.
Every golden finger in the family failed us at the worst possible moment.
In the end, I, the one with nothing at all, stood on the doorstep and turned the soldiers away.
Only later did they realize:
My “lack of a golden finger” was the greatest golden finger of all.
On day five after transmigrating into the book, our family owed thirty-two taels.
By day twenty, we’d reclaimed the property deed.
Three months in, we began rewriting the ending of the book.
