Fang Mu transmigrated.
In his previous life, he was an orphan and never had the habit of stuffing a family photo into a safe while camping a bridge, so without a doubt, he was born into an orphanage in a Western fantasy world with magic.
But he didn't mind.
Here, he had a childhood friend he loved, a white-haired girl with red eyes. They had promised each other they would spend their lives together.
There was a kind old director, supposedly a big shot who had retired. Every time he went out, he came back with a big donation to buy them food.
There was also a kindly priest who told stories about shepherds at their bedside.
For Fang Mu, who had worked himself to death at twenty-seven on Blue Star, this place was like home: childish, yet beautiful. Beautiful as a dream.
Until the day his golden finger awakened, and a mechanical voice sounded in his mind:
"Evaluating Host's survival conditions..."
"Survival conditions: Hell."
"Our recommendation: start over immediately."
What kind of joke was this? With such a wonderful start, why would he start over?!
Just then, a dagger plunged into his chest.
Years later, one afternoon, Fang Mu stared in despair at several beautiful young women looming over him, each holding a different weapon.
"Darling, what happened to being your one and only forever?"
"My savior, didn't you say you only needed me?"
"Maybe I said I didn't like you, but let me correct that: it's not like, it's love."
That day, Fang Mu finally understood what his golden finger had meant:
"Our recommendation: start over immediately."
