After You Transmigrate, You Become a Good-for-Nothing

You transmigrated.

From a civilized person of the twenty-first century into a useless person in ancient times.

You can't understand what people are saying;

You can't make sense of those complicated seal-script characters;

You can't get used to those bland foods;

You can't get used to wearing clothes without underwear...

You have no strength to speak of, yet desperately want to change your situation.

So you decide to make paper,

But-

You don't know the exact steps.

So you decide to make modern food instead,

But-

Reality gives you a brutal face-slapping: you're useless, someone who can only eat, not cook.

You spend ages running around, thinking up countless ideas, but not a single one works.

In the end-

You wander down the road in a daze and see a carriage coming straight at you. Its owner is clearly rich and powerful, so you make a decision that goes against your ancestors' teachings.

You throw yourself down in the street, trying to stage an accident for compensation, but end up with a bloody head after being hit, then get whipped for obstructing traffic.

Waaaaah...

You have to admit that you're useless.

2024.5.28

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