Transmigration Survival Log

I've heard that soul transmigration carries an ethical risk called "body-snatching," so transmigrating in your own body is the safest option. And then you end up with situations like these: #Heaven,AreYouMessingWithMe# I'm an undocumented resident! #Mom,IWantToGoHome# The martial world is terrifying, and my combat ability is five levels below useless! #HelpMeOut# I'm nearsighted, I lost my glasses, and I've ended up somewhere I can't get a new pair. #AloneInAForeignLand,MissingHomeMoreWithEveryHoliday# "Ever since I transmigrated, my storytelling skills have improved tremendously. I strongly recommend making everyone who writes about transmigration come experience it firsthand and hone their skills!" [Please let the original poster explain.] So this is a log about a useless, stay-at-home idiot who transmigrates in his own body, bringing along two-hundred-degree myopia and a body weakened by too much time indoors, and tries to survive in a world where [crossed out] XX run rampant [/crossed out]. Some Meat's completed stories Some Meat's corner I take it back. It might not be that short after all. Runs away clutching head. Everyone, prepare yourselves... Unless something unexpected happens, there will be two updates every day, at 10 a.m. and 5 p.m. Paid Section Announcement: This story will enter the paid section on October 27, Sunday, with three updates that day. Hope you'll come support it! Theme: