This is the tragic, foul-mouthed struggle of a completely useless man after he transmigrates. With his luck stat maxed out and an explosive burst of good fortune, he finally gets lucky for once, transmigrating from a godforsaken place where not even birds lay eggs and dogs won't crap, to a wonderful place where birds lay eggs, dogs crap, cats have diarrhea, and people can act like hotshots.
Species after transmigration:
Birdman family, phoenix genus
Name after transmigration:
Phoenix
Part-time job after transmigration:
Phoenix / mascot
Special abilities after transmigration:
Turn stone into gold, turn water into wine, pray for rain and summon water, call down good fortune and auspicious omens
In short, the sort of job with high pay, high status, great benefits, generous perks, and high technical requirements
Dream after transmigration:
Take a bunch of lackeys around to keep an eye on thugs who harass respectable women, and smack every one of them I see!
Damn it, if I can't harass them, then neither can you!
P.S. The protagonist transmigrates as a woman. It's purely my personal preference, so please indulge me, everyone~~~~ I bow to you.
And so, with the slogans "Don't play the hero, don't grope flat chests" and "Learn from your mistakes, and mind your own business," my goal is to
conquer every edible life-form!
For now, I'm working hard to finish one of my abandoned stories before the end of 2012.
Why is there no more Xiami? Keep up the good work and write.