Yang Qing thought he had read enough books to handle even the most over-the-top plot. He had always sneered at the protagonists in those stories, until he transmigrated himself...
But the plot didn't seem right. No wise old mentor, no golden finger, no beauties throwing themselves into his arms, and his father wasn't the head of some great clan... Yang Qing could put up with all that...
But why was his lifespan almost up the moment he transmigrated?
How was he supposed to play this game?
To survive, Yang Qing struggled onward through the sea of suffering.
Yet he discovered that this world seemed nothing like any of the worlds he had read about before.
