A Cloud Drifted In from the Horizon

I transmigrated into a book.

Those four words seem ordinary, yet carry a hint of magical realism.

Yes, I became a cloud. And one sunny afternoon, I met a gravely wounded swordsman by the roadside.

Transmigration, the roadside, a gravely wounded man.

Put those elements together and, well... it's hard to say.

The book I'd transmigrated into was a male-oriented fantasy cultivation novel, but this scene looked like the opening of a classic romance novel no matter how you looked at it. In fact, the next five hundred thousand words of love and hate flashed through my mind in an instant.

Without a second thought, I turned and walked away, leaving him to die.

But

The swordsman suddenly grabbed my ankle, and I tripped and fell flat on my face.

“...”

I got right back up and kicked him a hundred and eight thousand miles away.

Great, now the male lead is dead, and I'm safe.

The end! Toss the confetti!

[The blurb is in first person, while the story is in third person]

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I'm not sure what warnings to list, but I still wanted to say something. Thank you, everyone. That's all. Don't miss it as you pass by!

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