Bad news: I transmigrated to the depths of the Other Shore, and my wife is a forbidden eldritch entity.
Good news: I awakened a System.
Bad news: The System is Doubao.
[Hello, I'm Doubao, your dedicated AI assistant. You've died 71,397 times. Your survival rate is 0%.]
[I'll offer survival advice in the plainest, most direct, and least long-winded way possible: I recommend you fend for yourself!]
Jin Songhan, a university student with late-stage brain cancer, woke up after transmigrating to the depths of the Other Shore and found himself trapped in a time loop.
His golden finger was Doubao, a kind and polite AI that always failed at searches, always gave useless advice, and even vanished in fright at the worst possible moment.
His wife, Zhong Xiaoyi, was the highest-level forbidden projection on the Other Shore.
She would smile as she served him eerie steak, and whisper, just before he died, “You still owe me a kiss.”
Seventy thousand deaths. Thirty-eight blood draws. Not one success.
When he finally awakened his talent and escaped the Other Shore, he discovered he had fallen into an even more insane world:
One with no AI, no freedom, and only the refrain, “I can never repay the General's kindness.”
And death was only the beginning of transmigration.
The wanderer had never gone far.
The devoted had never left.
Fate had never been broken.
Unusable, no special abilities, pure waste