Lu Kong was supposed to die beneath that person's hands, but by an unexpected stroke of luck, he used a divine artifact to transmigrate back several months and was reborn. He had endured humiliation, and the shame of watching his teammates fall one after another right before his eyes had left him grinding his teeth in rage. This time, certain he knew how the story went, he would trample the people who had humiliated him and give them a taste of their own medicine. But at the crucial moment, he couldn't remember who that person was. No, he had completely forgotten everything that had happened over the past few months.
"Damn it, even novels don't go like this! I was reborn, so shouldn't I know exactly what happens, kill my enemies with my own hands, and become somebody? Now I can't remember a single damn thing. Are you trying to make the story get dropped in the very first chapter? At least let me remember the winning lottery numbers for the next draw!" Lu Kong cursed at the shut-in typing away beyond the screen.
The shut-in, however, put on an air of mystery and said, "I just want to be the first to tell an unusual story about supernatural powers."
(A new writer here. I hope you'll share your thoughts.)
