Time travel...
Why does such a cliche plot happen to me?
Could it be that for some unknown prophecy, some familiar task, or some force majeure factor of this kind...
When people travel through time, they have artifacts, holy robes, and titles of divine envoys, holy guides, holy swordsmen, and holy demon warriors who are automatically delivered to their doorsteps.
Why do I only depend on a pot and an unknown number of daily necessities?
So miserable…………
(This article will be written very slowly... As slow as a tortoise... As slow as a snail... Please don't expect it...)