Cao Junteng was an ordinary citizen born into a middle-class American family. But now, he wasn't ordinary anymore.
"Other people transmigrate because of a truck, so why did I transmigrate while using the toilet? And why the hell did I turn into a book? I could live with becoming a book, but why would anyone read in a wasteland?"
In this wasteland world, order had collapsed, and chaos... was shattered... destruction... was its byword.
"Hey, I'm new here. I've heard so much about the camp leader. So, is he handsome or not?"
"He's a book."
"???"
Cao Junteng looked at the camp he had built and fell into deep thought. "I swear, all I wanted at first was to grow some flowers and plants."
