I transmigrated.
But the body I transmigrated into is in poor health and might be about to die.
I also discovered that the identity I transmigrated into is a little unusual, and I have no memories of the past.
Things don't look good. I think my only goal right now is to survive.
In this feudal era, in this frail, sickly body, I'll have to survive carefully and against all odds.
Content warning: First-person narration, bad ending.
Theme: Striving to stay alive
