"Wait a minute, wait a minute, don't rush. Let's sort this out first."
He was working the night shift at a funeral home, eating steamed buns and watching the security cameras, when an old man suddenly sprang back to life, grabbed his wrist, and shoved a wooden tablet into his hand. Then everything went black.
"And then I woke up here. A mass grave. Mounds of earth. Fog."
He swallowed, his throat feeling dry.
"No way... I just got paid yesterday, and I haven't even spent it yet. I still owe rent. There's half a bag of steamed buns in the fridge. Am I really dead just like that?"
He touched his face. It was warm, and he had a pulse. He was still alive.
"As long as I'm alive, that's what matters. If I'm alive, I can figure things out."
He looked up at the gloomy gray sky.
"But where is this place? A mass grave? Did I transmigrate? Did I end up in a cultivation world?"
A comment popped up: [Congratulations, you've transmigrated]
"Transmigrate my ass! I have to work tomorrow!"
