[What's it like to transmigrate into an old witch?]
Thanks for the question.
First, I'd like to correct one thing: I'm not an "old witch," I'm a ninety-year-old female wizard. Thank you.
I'm in another world, having just transmigrated. Can't be bothered to say much. It's pretty nice. Going anonymous.
I'm the original poster, and I'm back.
Update! Transmigrating into a ninety-year-old female wizard is an incredibly happy experience!
Though the circumstances of my transmigration weren't great, they weren't too bad either.
Because a wizard who lived to be ninety left behind a lot of her legacy.
Although it's all pretty unorthodox.
There are hardworking, adorable, quiet skeletons. One spell can raise a whole bunch of them, though they can only do mechanical tasks.
There are hardworking magical construct puppets in all kinds of shapes. As long as you write enough magic formulae, they can do every kind of job!
No living people! No need to socialize! And I can play territory-building games! Shop-management games! Dress-up games!
Life-sized humanoid construct puppets! Paint them however I like! Change their clothes however I like! Write any scripts I want!
Compared to all that, having a stooped, aged, deeply wrinkled body doesn't seem like such a big deal.
Oh, right, one more thing: the original poster is an autistic, socially anxious shut-in.
I'm still the original poster. My body is gradually getting younger now. I have more energy, but... never mind. Going anonymous.
1. Everything is made up by a dumb author! This isn't orthodox Western fantasy!
2. I'll add more if I think of anything.
Theme: A wonderful life in another world.
