When other people transmigrate, they become emperors or princes, or, at worst, some impressive household servant. I transmigrated to the place across the hall, and from then on, began a life of dancing with oddballs...
Disclaimer: This is not a supernatural story! It’s a comedic urban novel!
Important disclaimer: Touching an electric switch will not heal you or cause you to transmigrate. It is extremely dangerous, so do not try it! I’m very sorry, but I’ve had a lot going on lately, so updates will be 3,000 words a day. After the New Year, I’ll return to my usual pace of 6,000 words a day!
