Right after I transmigrated, my biological parents demanded that I, a musical prodigy, hand over the copyrights and songwriting credits for my songs to my younger brother. When they found out I had cancer, they shamelessly told me to “make what use I still could,” without the slightest concern for whether I lived or died.
Luckily, I, Chu Han, bound myself to the Myriad Worlds System. But why does this feel so off?
On the set of Journey to the West, the System said, “Host, you have transmigrated to the world of Journey to the West. Warning! This world is extremely dangerous. Please proceed with caution!!”
The world of Journey to the West? Proceed with caution? Is this thing nuts?
I beat up my younger brother, who was playing the White Dragon Horse.
The System was shocked: “Host has beaten up the Third Crown Prince of the Dragon King! Reward: one serving of divine-grade dragon marrow jade nectar!”
I went from an extra to the leading role of Tang Sanzang, and the System was shocked again: “Host has possessed Tang Sanzang, the Chosen Son of Heaven! Reward: one Sarira of the Golden Cicada!”
I filmed a romantic scene with the Queen of the Kingdom of Women, and the System was numb: “Host has subdued the ruler of a kingdom! Reward: an indestructible diamond body...”
Years later, Chu Han looked at his biased parents and useless younger brother kneeling on the ground and said coolly, “Get lost!!”
