Quick Transmigration: The Max-Level Expert Becomes the Scumbag Dad

Rong Li was sick of playing cannon fodder. Just as he’d saved enough points to switch jobs, his doddering boss assigned him to the “Your Granddad” team, where he’d play all kinds of over-the-top cannon-fodder elders and guide them onto the right path, setting things straight. “Going from cannon fodder to the cannon fodder’s dad counts as a promotion, right?” Rong Li thought, making the best of a bad situation. Then he looked at the rebellious son kneeling before the ancestral tablets, his face full of defiance, and tightened his grip on the stick. He brought it down with a thwack. “Aaaagh!” The rebellious son let out a scream. His leg was broken.