As an ordinary high school student from China, all I did was read an ordinary book by H. G. Wells, The Time Machine, and slip into an ordinary late-night online funk at midnight. How did I end up transmigrating?
"System, I think you're messing with me."
[How could I? I'm a perfectly respectable System!]
"Can I ask you a question?"
[Of course, Host! Go ahead! I'm the world's number-one System, all-knowing and all-powerful!]
"I remember... H. G. Wells was British, right...?"
[That's right, Host.]
"Then let me ask you... if I'm not mistaken, this place is Yokohama, right?!"
[Huh?!]
To stay alive, I have to keep my head down and lie low, while using my supernatural ability to make a little extra money. But... why? Why are all of you looking at me so strangely? Director Taneda, help me!
Warnings:
1. There is a System (basically a little assistant). No couples, and possibly no romantic tension either, because this clueless author has never been in love. orz
2. The writing is amateurish, and the characters may be out of character to varying degrees. Read at your own risk.
3. I started writing on impulse, with basically no outline. I can't guarantee updates, but I absolutely won't abandon the story!
4. The author's intelligence is the upper limit for the characters, and this silly author has limited smarts (. '▽'.)
5. Suggestions are welcome. As long as they're not overly harsh, this silly author will take them to heart!
6. If you don't like it, please click the X. The author is a bit sensitive, so don't insist on insulting me before you leave. The world is wide, and meeting is fate. Let's part on good terms.
Theme: Staying alive is what matters most.
