Being a transmigrator is anything but easy—an alien world, everything around you is unfamiliar, incomprehensible, and frightening. Help won’t come from anywhere. You have to do everything yourself. And there’s no end to this race—like a squirrel on a wheel: food is there, but you still run.
So many adventures have fallen on the head of this man from Earth that you wouldn’t wish them on an enemy. He found love—then lost it; gained serious enemies—he was killed, and he killed, just to survive. There’s no choice.
Against the backdrop of everything that’s happening, homesickness feels even sharper. Where is that home? Where is that path back to the doorstep you know? You’ll have to try very hard to find it. A difficult task? Maybe. But what else can you do?
Butting heads alone against an entire world isn’t an option. You have to adapt and keep moving toward your goal—on cat-soft paws. But woe to the one who takes that softness for granted and for pure coin.