The matter of transmigration was something everyone knew by heart.
So much so that people developed an illusion, always feeling that they could do it too.
If I transmigrated, I would definitely stir up countless storms in another world and ultimately reach the pinnacle of life.
But imagination and reality were separated by an enormous gulf.
You were clearly just an ordinary person who felt uncomfortable even going somewhere unfamiliar, perhaps even a little socially anxious. Would transmigrating into another world suddenly bless you with the aura of an overbearing king?
An ordinary person would still be an ordinary person, perhaps not even as capable as the ordinary people of another world. Things like an intelligence-reducing aura were just stories to listen to.
Unless it was something like soul transmigration, and you were lucky enough to inherit the memories of that unlucky fellow from the other world. Only then would you have a chance to spread your wings.
But this method of transmigration, convenient as it was, also carried great hidden dangers. Even with memories, perfectly playing the role of someone else was an extremely difficult task.
Even if you were lucky enough to recreate those modern things based on those memories, could you be sure some organization in the other world would not capture you and slice you up for research?
Such a drastic transformation in such a short time, coupled with creating so many earth-shattering things, would easily make people think of strange existences like aliens or body-snatchers.
And it was easy enough to imagine what came next: being sliced up for research, put on an altar to exorcise evil, or, if things got more fantastical, subjected to some soul-searching forbidden art...
Keeping a low profile and developing carefully was the safest approach. Acting prudently was extremely important.