What should you do if you wake up one day and find that you have been transported into a book with neither the halo of the protagonist nor the golden finger, but a top-notch cannon fodder passerby who only exists to advance the plot and a sick man who will not live long? Hit him to death and then put him back on? Or is it a death-defying battle with the sky and the earth, with the heroine and the supporting characters, fighting to the death? Or is it just a matter of settling down as you have come, sitting back and eating in your one-third-acre house in peace and contentment, waiting to die? Or, hug the future boss's thick thighs tightly and refuse to let go?