1978: In Tokyo, Master of Massage Techniques

Most people who transmigrate probably never wanted to.

Especially someone with the literary-minded affliction of Huang Kaishi, who transmigrates into a game as a dissolute playboy in Tokyo.

“Is this game way too realistic? It throws me into a massage parlor from the start?”

He decides to rely on the little knowledge he has stored away: study the "Huangdi Neijing" during work hours, dabble in copying classics after work, and devote what little energy he has to working out and making movies. He’ll become a tycoon unlike any other.

“Mr. Kaishi, your anonymously published debut novel is now generating strong calls for a Nobel Prize in Literature nomination. Did you write it for the sake of your dreams?”

“I’ll say it again: my dream is to hustle around Tokyo, giving beautiful women massages to relieve their muscle fatigue.”

“I only wrote novels to prove that my massage parlor is the most cultured in all Japan. I sincerely hope the award committee gives Haruki Murakami serious consideration.”

“Mr. Kaishi, you played yourself in the tycoon movie directed by Takeshi Kitano, but viewers have been roasting your acting. What do you think?”

“Actually, he’s quite happy with my performance. It’s just that there are so many garbage movies out there, which is why there are so many garbage viewers.”

“Mr. Kaishi, has anyone ever told you that you’re a show-off, and that you don’t embody the humble, reserved spirit of the Japanese people at all?”

“Has anyone ever told you that asking that question is a good way to get yourself killed? You’re showing no spirit at all.”

Huang Kaishi slowly picked up his spirit-injecting baton…