[The Investiture of the Gods] Junior Brother, Don't Run

Modern-day loser Qin Ming is talking on the phone when his foot suddenly misses a step, and he tumbles down the stairs. "Congratulations, you've transmigrated! As a reward, I'll give you a pocket dimension." With that, the person runs off as fast as he can. Looking at the situation, Qin Ming becomes even more certain that he died an unjust death! But there's no way to come back to life now, so he can only go with the flow! Jiang Ziya: "Junior brother, this Nuwa Stone has been in my family for generations. I'm giving it to you." Qin Ming looks at the Nuwa Stone, and inside, he weeps a river of tears. How did I end up transmigrating into this ridiculous TV drama? What a freaking rip-off! And Jiang Ziya, you're just giving me this Nuwa Stone so easily? Jiang Ziya: "Junior brother, what's mine is yours. No need to be polite." Qin Ming: "..." Daji: "Your Majesty, the Imperial Preceptor is not only highly skilled in magic, but also exceptionally well-read." King Zhou: "Is that so? Then, Imperial Preceptor, compose a poem on the spot!" Qin Ming: "At noon, farmers hoe the fields, sweat dripping onto the soil. Who knows the food on our plates comes from every grain earned through toil?" Bigan: "Imperial Preceptor, what a fine poem!" Qin Ming: "Heh." I want to go home. Everyone here is out of their minds! This story is a comedy, so please don't flame it if it's not your thing! If you spot anything that doesn't make sense, bring your own lightning rod! Cover image from Chaye's Art Shop #favorite_1{color:#9900ff ;font-weight:bold;border-style:double;} If you like this story, please add it to your favorites. Thank you! Please follow my author page. This story officially went premium on April 8. Three chapters were updated on launch day, and there are no chapters locked retroactively. I hope you'll keep supporting it. It gets even more exciting later! Click here for a good-luck charm. Theme: