I'm an Adman in Another World

Rui Wen somehow joined the transmigration craze. Maybe he secretly paid off the Transmigration Administration. He transmigrates as a descendant of the Creator God, with food and drink taken care of, a car and house, and both parents still alive. On his very first day, he becomes the only descendant of the Creator God in a thousand years to receive a divine manual. It’s a dream start for someone who transmigrates... Wait... why is my divine manual a laptop? Why are everyone else’s divine manuals said to contain all kinds of wondrous divine arts, while mine has Photoshop, chat software, and a delivery app? I had no choice but to open an advertising agency in another world. Why are all my clients’ requests so bizarre? “Brave warrior, you don’t have a weapon for slaying dragons? How about I Photoshop you a Dragon-Slaying Saber with 999 attack power?” “Oh, angel lady, a demon cut off your wings? No problem, I’ll Photoshop five more for you so you can go straight to six-winged angel.” “Hey, dwarf brother, you say you want to fight a Titan, but you’re worried you’re not in the right weight class? Sure, sure, I’ll enlarge you a bit. Just be careful not to crush the noodle shop next door when you step on it.” “Hey, goblin kid, we don’t offer male-to-female transformations at the moment. Really, it’s not about the money. I’m just afraid the sight would burn my eyes.” Sigh, I wonder when I’ll be able to Photoshop a space-time portal and get back to Earth.