I Transmigrated to Ancient Times and Got Livestreamed

Yes, I transmigrated.

Oh! Of course I wasn't the only one. My companions transmigrated with me too.

We were chosen by the Transmigration God, becoming the lucky few among countless people who dreamed of transmigrating.

Other people only dream about it, but we really did transmigrate! And we even got an extra gift: immortality.

The Transmigration God said that if we achieved the goals we set when we transmigrated, we could return to the modern world. Or we could help a companion achieve their goal instead.

Sounds easy enough.

The five immortal cockroaches immediately forgot themselves after transmigrating, regretted it, turned out to be people who loved the idea of something but hated the reality, and wanted to go home.

What a mess. Some bored young people were just fooling around and dreaming. Why did the Transmigration God take them seriously?

The five of us sat on a pitch-black mountaintop, sharing the goals we'd set when we transmigrated and hoping we could piggyback on someone else's goal to get home.

The chuunibyou college boy Dai Tianrui was ambitious. He was determined to conquer the world, become the one and only supreme king, and make sure all his descendants spoke Chinese!

Nice dream, but no. Carry him off. Next.

The next one was Gu Jingyao, a delicate, bookish high school senior in glasses. But when she spoke, her resentment was stronger than the Evil Sword Immortal's arrival.

I want to blow up every school in the world!!

Small body, big nerve. You can't judge a person by appearances. Carry her off too!

Next up was Fang Ming, a middle-aged man who had worked for years, seemed mature, and looked utterly reliable.

He fidgeted and spoke in a voice as quiet as a mosquito's buzz. "My goal is to become the greatest martial arts alliance leader in the world. Aw, it's just a side effect of reading too many wuxia novels~"

Another terminal case of chuunibyou. Carry him off and seat him with the other two.

Only two hopes remained.

I exchanged a look with the pink-haired girl beside me. We could both see in each other's eyes that neither of us seemed reliable.

Sure enough.

The pink-haired girl said something shocking: "I want to tattoo my idol's name on everyone's underwear."

I said, "What? What kind of fashion is that?"

She said, "You don't understand my unique love for my idol."

No one needed to carry her off. The other three automatically dragged this weirdo away.

Four pairs of wide-open eyes stared at me. Honestly, the pressure was intense, but sorry, friends, I'm going to disappoint you.

My goal is to get the emperor to perform a striptease for me!

I saw the pupils of my companions' eyes tremble with shock. They must never have imagined that behind my quiet appearance lay such a wild heart!

Even wilder than the goals of the five of us was the fact that this transmigration journey was being livestreamed the entire time!

Yes, the audience was the ancient people of this world.

Which meant that every single one of those treasonous statements, along with some things so deranged they hadn't been spoken aloud in ten years, had all been transmitted to the ears of everyone in the land!

Of course, we didn't know that at the time.

It was just that after we came down from the mountain, the people in the village seemed to look at us strangely.

But anyone who saw our group would find us hard not to find strange, especially with a pink-haired fangirl among us.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I'm the white-haired one. It took five rounds of bleaching at the salon to get this beautiful platinum color.

The villagers were brave just for not burning the five of us as monsters. Of course, even if they had burned us, we would have survived.

But gradually, I realized that the Transmigration God must have sent us to a world full of lunatics. Their mental state was on a par with internet users in the twenty-first century.

The proof was that whenever we walked down the street, we'd run into shopkeepers reciting ad copy with great emotion, sour scholars straining their necks to compose essays, people banging gongs in the street to announce a search for a son-in-law, and people on blind dates. It was like seeing the full diversity of the human species.

Something interesting was happening everywhere we went.

In the end, even people crying out for justice showed up.

I was completely numb.

Reading Guide:

The blurb is written in first person, the main story in third person.

Theme: Live well.