Original title: I Have Three Mystic Pouches [Quick Transmigration] (Anyway, only a few people are likely to read this, so I might as well let loose. I'm not writing serious literature here, after all~~~)
Jiang Hesheng has no memories of his past. He only remembers his age and name. When he opens his eyes, he is already inside an instance.
His personal System tells him that if he clears ten instances, he will receive a huge reward.
He completes every mission perfectly, with a System that is always there whenever he calls.
Until he realizes that the so-called System is an NPC from the instances he has been visiting. After that, he starts dreaming more and more often...
Everything in his dreams is strange. One moment he's having fun in the sea, the next he's somewhere else...
Then he realizes that maybe he is the NPC...
Everything around him is an illusion... His lover vanishes, the world dissolves, and Jiang Hesheng spends seven years in nothingness. In the end, he discovers that he is still alive despite neither eating nor drinking.
When he is with his lover, receives a gift, or faces an enemy... whenever he shows strong emotion, his lover always frowns at him. He later learns it is because the System's plot says he isn't supposed to react that way.
He is a bug in the System, a parasite spawned from it, an unstable variable meant to be forgotten and abandoned...
The unhinged version of the blurb
Jiang Hesheng's mission log:
I have three mystic pouches. Opening the first makes my mission harder. The second turns me into part of a world's NPC population. I've never learned how to open the third.
Then, in the second world, I opened the third pouch. That night, I got a matchmaking call. The caller said the man came from a wealthy family, wasn't picky, and was very pleased with me. He wanted to add me on WeChat and take a look at me.
After the call ended, my phone opened WeChat by itself, added someone, and automatically brought up a video call.
I saw a very handsome man.
Well, except for being a little hard to deal with.
Oh, right, I'm a man. The "mom" who called said I wouldn't have to bear children for "him." "He" doesn't like that.
Even though I have to play a wage-slave girl in this world and am forced to wear a skirt to work, I'm really a man!
Other people's mission screens show one task after another, but mine is very simple:
World One: Locked
World Two: Factory intern * Strange matchmaking date
World Three: Wage slave in an apocalyptic park * Strange delivery man
World Four: The Zhang Family's Ghost Festival in the Seventh Month (I found you, the one following me)
World Five: Escape from the mountain village (A new route!)
I have two Systems, one called 608 and one with no name. They keep taking turns on duty.
I'm curious about the save file from the first world, but 608 is always overloaded. My other System tells me that it was just a System error, that it was an ordinary world, and that I shouldn't worry about it.
(Narrated in third person.)
This blurb was screenshotted and saved on September 19, 2024. The August note in my memo app says, "Hahahahaha." I admit I'm fickle and keep wanting to start new stories. (I'll write this one after finishing the previous few.)
Revised for the second time on September 21, and the third time on December 14.
I'm starting this story soon! It's getting colder by the day. If I don't start now, I'll lose the energy to write.
Theme: As long as you believe, dawn will come.
Damn, if you don't attract readers within three chapters, you will most likely abandon the article. The first copy was too confusing. After reading the first few chapters, I didn't even know the meaning of its existence. It had no focus on the main line, no plot, and no conflicts. It was like clear water flowing through my cerebral cortex without leaving a trace. Find the rhythm of writing. I thought I was really reading a shipping operation process manual.