This Transmigrator Is a Bit Miserable

In the year 3035, Earth had become a planet with a highly advanced technological civilization. Things that were science fiction in movies over a thousand years ago had now become reality.

Little Wang rode his electromagnetic bicycle, speeding down the smooth, wide road, feeling incredibly happy because he was heading towards the place he longed for—

The AI Technology Store.

He soon arrived at the store. Little Wang got off his electromagnetic bicycle, casually parked it, and rushed inside.

"Hello, welcome. How can I help you?" a female sales assistant asked, with a standard beautiful appearance and a trained, standard smile.

"I'll pick it myself," Little Wang nodded and smiled, then strode over to a counter.

That was where they sold AI glasses, the kind like the ones Iron Man wore.

These things had become common equipment now, just like mobile phones a thousand years ago.

"Hello, please get me the HW-NX-96T model glasses," Little Wang said politely to the sales assistant.

The sales assistant looked almost identical to the sales guide; they must have come from the same cosmetic surgery clinic. Her smile was also standardized. She parted her red lips and smiled, saying, "Sir, although those glasses are the latest model, they are still in the market research phase. Currently, the software and hardware on the market are not well-compatible with them. Perhaps you would prefer..."

Little Wang politely extended his hand to interrupt her, smiling, "Just get me this one. I want to upgrade it myself and configure it into my best AI glasses."

The sales assistant, well-trained, said no more. She took out the glasses and began the transaction process.

After everything was done, Little Wang put on the glasses and left the store.

As soon as he stepped outside, the sales guide said to the sales assistant with a mocking expression, "Just some guy riding an electromagnetic bicycle, and he dares to say he'll upgrade these glasses. What a braggart."

The sales assistant also said with disdain, "People like that just love to show off. Buying equipment that's still in the research phase is very cheap. Then, they'll have an excuse to brag to people. After all, it can be upgraded."

The sales guide asked with feigned seriousness, "So, do you think he can actually upgrade that device?"

"Him?" The sales assistant curled her lip. "I think only if he dies and is reborn. A guy riding an electromagnetic bicycle, hmph."

"Couldn't agree more?" The sales guide, perhaps feeling a bit slighted because Little Wang hadn't paid much attention to her, said fiercely, "He'll probably get into a car accident and die soon..."

"BOOM!"

A series of loud explosions startled the two standard-looking beauties into stunned silence. The sales guide stood frozen for a moment, then pulled open the door and looked outside.

In the distance, flames soared into the sky, and thick smoke billowed. The street was in chaos. Patrol robots immediately began dealing with the fire and evacuating the crowd...

Several people walking towards them were talking excitedly:

"That's terrible. How did that electromagnetic bicycle suddenly explode?"

"That thing packed quite a punch when it exploded. They say the person on it just vanished into thin air, not even a speck of bone dust left."

As the group of people walked away, the sales guide and sales assistant stared blankly at each other. They remembered an idiom:

"A word becomes a prophecy!"

My head hurts so much, my whole body aches, like it's being pricked by needles. Little Wang struggled to get up, but felt like his eyelids were being pressed down by two mountains, unable to open.

With great effort, he finally opened his eyes, only to be met with an unfamiliar environment.

A dim room, moldy corners, peeling plaster, a worn-out table and chairs, and the single wooden bed he was lying on, which looked like it was about to fall apart.

"This..."

Little Wang rubbed his temples, only to find that his hands had shrunk considerably. Due to the recent explosion, his consciousness, like dark clouds being blown away, was only now beginning to reassemble.

"What... what's going on? Could it be... but how is that possible?"

Like cold water splashed on his head, he ignored the pain in his body and got up immediately.

Yes, his hands were small, like a child's, and looked very dirty. He looked around for something, finally finding a cracked mirror on the wall by the door.

He stumbled over and faced the reflection of a face somewhat divided by the cracks in the mirror.

It was a small, somewhat dirty face, with a broad, full forehead. Below that, just as described in novels, were sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, with a well-proportioned nose and mouth.

Especially his eyes, beneath the long eyelashes, were as clear as a spring pond. Even in the scene of hardship, they shone brightly, as if with a smile.

Looking down at his bare upper body, Little Wang couldn't help but sigh. This small frame, with ribs clearly visible. Fortunately, the tan skin indicated he was always out in the sun, so he hadn't developed deformities like a chicken breast or protruding ribs due to malnutrition.

His stomach and chest were equally unimpressive, flat. Lying in bed, he probably looked like a textbook example of a scaphoid abdomen. Standing now, his internal organs had shifted downwards, giving him a somewhat full appearance, as if he were trying to look fatter than he was.

Upon seeing his emaciated body and flat stomach, Little Wang felt an overwhelming hunger, triggered by the scene.

In fact, it was the mental shock that had initially suppressed the hunger. Now, as he gradually calmed down, it reasserted itself.

Little Wang weakly returned to the bed, curled up, and covered his stomach with his hands. Currently, only one thing was clear; everything else was unknown.

The clear thing was that he had somehow, inexplicably, transmigrated!

Could it be related to his electromagnetic bicycle suddenly exploding? Was a person's consciousness, which is essentially complex electromagnetic waves, somehow traversed through space-time by the electromagnetic force during the explosion?

Of course, this could also be described as a soul transmigration.

But the question was, whose body was this, and where was he? What was the situation here? What was the civilization like?

Many questions echoed in his mind, but there were no answers.

Suddenly, a voice broke through his reverie.

"Chen Nan! Chen Nan! Are you awake?" Footsteps arrived at the door after the shouting. The door was pushed open, and a child around ten years old rushed in.

His body wasn't particularly sturdy, and this running left him breathless. However, when he saw the "Chen Nan" on the bed, he smiled.

"You're awake?" the child said with a pure smile. "I thought you were going to die. It was so terrifying, such a massive thunderclap that split the big tree in half, and you actually survived!"

Little Wang's stomach clenched. He thought to himself, Did I get struck by lightning to end up here? What kind of sin did I commit!

And it seemed he had a new name: Chen Nan.

He figured his counterpart back on Earth would have been reduced to ashes in such an electromagnetic storm. This meant there was no way he could go back.

Anyway, I bought insurance. That electromagnetic bike accident should pay out a huge sum. Dad and Mom have my younger brother to rely on, and with the money I earned with my life, they can live well...

Why is it that the more I think about it, the more Little Wang wants to cry?

Besides, I'm not someone who would commit insurance fraud. How can you call something civilized people do 'fraud'?

Forget it. My body was scattered by a storm, how can I lament my soul transferring to another world? Since ancient times, all transmigrators have been heroes. How dare I not be a man!

Cast aside the past, embrace the future. Damn it, my name is Chen Nan now!

"Rumble~"

"Ouch, I'm so hungry, so hungry!" Little Wang, the transmigrator named Chen Nan, clutched his stomach and cried out.

"You're hungry? I came to see you, and also, we're about to have dinner. If we're late, there won't be any left," the child said, coming over to help Chen Nan up.

Looking at this face full of friendship, Chen Nan felt ashamed because he had no memory of the original owner and didn't know his name.

Fortunately, he had been struck by lightning, so there was some justification.

So he asked, "I seem to have lost my memory. What's your name, where is this, and what era is it..."

The child touched Chen Nan's forehead and muttered, "He doesn't have a fever. Why is he talking nonsense? Let's go quickly. I'll tell you on the way."

Just like that, Chen Nan left with him.

Soon, he learned that the child's name was Little Black Ox, and they lived in an orphanage in Wu City. As for Wu City, Little Black Ox knew a little, but when it came to the country and the world, it was clearly beyond his scope of knowledge.

Therefore, the information Chen Nan could obtain was very, very limited.

"Look quickly, you were struck by lightning under that tree!" Little Black Ox said excitedly, pointing to a large tree by the path. It was clear he thought being struck by lightning was quite interesting.

Chen Nan stared, dumbfounded.

It was a tree several meters tall, requiring five or six people to encircle it. Now, a gap large enough for a person to crawl through had been split down the middle. Branches and leaves were scattered around, and the cracked wood had blood-red streaks, looking like wounds.

A crowd of onlookers had gathered around the tree, discussing the strange phenomenon. There were even a few adults.

"Dean, Chen Nan is here!" a child shouted excitedly.

The adults all turned around. For a moment, Chen Nan felt like he had entered a haunted house and encountered devils.

This was because they all had dark faces and were walking over with angry expressions, carrying the authority of adults over children.

One man, whose eyebrows and eyes formed an "eight" shape, extended a sausage-like finger and poked Chen Nan's forehead like a javelin.

Chen Nan almost fell to the ground. It seemed to have rained, but he later realized it was the man's saliva.

"You abandoned bastard! How dare you transfer your bad luck to this ancient tree! Outrageous!

Do you know the value of this ancient tree? You wouldn't be worth this tree even if you had a hundred lives. Struck by lightning, why didn't you just get lost and leave me alone!

Tie Dan, Ye Gou, you two, drag this brat to the storage room! Don't let him eat! Lock him up for a week!"

Chen Nan now understood how vulnerable a child could be. He was only about ten years old and had no control over the situation. Without any words or actions of protest, he was dragged away by two strong children.

A moment later, he was locked in a dark, foul-smelling, and damp so-called warehouse.

There was no bed here, not even a symbolic pile of straw.

Chen Nan, wearing only a pair of ragged pants, looked at the environment, and his earlier high spirits were completely crushed.

Sigh, my transmigration seems a bit miserable!