Can someone tell me how I transmigrated?
"After transmigrating, you're surrounded by beautiful women, swimming in gold and jewels, and you can turn the clouds with a wave of your hand."
Who said that? Step forward. I promise I won't beat you to death.
Ha! Beautiful women? There are elderly ladies in their sixties everywhere, each with a mouthful of yellow teeth. Their breath could knock you out.
Ha! Money? I count every penny and don't even dare chew an extra bite of pickled vegetables, in case there's nothing to eat next time.
Ha! Power? A waiter orders me around. Other than barking at the little puppy lying by the shop entrance, I know better than to dream of anything else.
And yet, all sorts of people keep finding different ways to cause me trouble.
What on earth is going on with me?
Anyway, there's just one thing to remember: staying alive comes first.
