Notes from Another World

Chen Yang always thought transmigrating was supposed to follow a standard routine: Open your eyes. A System. A beginner's gift pack. An old master. And if nothing else, at least someone who'd broken off an engagement with you. But when he opened his eyes, there was nothing. Just a black-scaled tusker ready to make him breakfast. Eventually, Chen Yang found his golden finger. A palm-sized, white-haired fairy. Chen Yang: “Can you fight?” Wei Ya: “No.” “Can you pass on your power?” “No.” “Can you give me a divine weapon?” “No.” “Then what are you good for?” Wei Ya fell silent for a moment. “...I can tell you that you're about to get beaten up again.” Chen Yang: “?” Great. Other people transmigrate with a System. He transmigrated with a pre-match commentator.