Is There Anyone Native to This Transmigrated Otherworld??

Cai Kun died.

At the moment of his death, his phone was playing a clichéd novel, while the auction house manager had just sucked in a sharp breath.

Then he transmigrated.

No System, no golden finger, no wise old mentor living at his side. The voice of the world told him: You’re too late. All the good stuff has already shone. You’re stuck with whatever everyone else left behind.

Cai Kun picked [Infinite Card Draw: Scrap Edition].

It contained every item discarded, forgotten, scorned, or lost by transmigrators throughout history. Odds of drawing: 99.7 percent junk, 0.05 percent god-tier. It all came down to luck.

So his life in another world began with a Midea induction cooker, half an apple with a worm in it, and sweet-and-sour pork with chocolate and yellow peaches.

The good news was that he knew this alternate dynasty, Great Qian, inside out. Eight out of ten transmigration novels were set in Great Qian. The Xiao family would break off an engagement, the Ye family would show off, everyone would gasp, and after thirty years east of the river and thirty years west, he could recite the next line with his eyes closed.

The bad news was that this world was so awful even an old bookworm who had read three thousand novels couldn’t stand it.

The worse news was that he wanted to lie low, but the world wouldn’t let him. A note reading “Don’t pick this one. Seriously.” dragged him into the heart of this clichéd world.

There was no other choice.

Cai Kun decided to take action. He wasn’t the chosen one, and he had no overpowered golden finger. All he had was a sharp tongue and a pile of junk cards that occasionally came in handy.

His campaign to punish this clichéd world began at the fortune-telling stall of the Xiao family’s Third Young Master.