I transmigrated!
Into a fantastical world where magic, immortal cultivation, and science fiction all coexist.
I saved a passerby on the roadside. I gave him a drop of kindness, and he repaid me with a drop in return!
The axe I dropped into the river rusted, and the River God is hunting me for polluting the water.
So, has the protagonist's golden finger not appeared yet, or... am I not the protagonist?
Theme: Even ordinary days can be fun.
