Cleaner and Failed Writer

Duke of the Time-Space Administration Bureau wore a disdainful expression. Due to his profession, he had seen far too many transmigrators, and they all shared one flaw.

Arrogance!

Transmigrators looked down on everyone and never took the natives seriously, as if they were saviors sent down by God. Everyone else was supposed to stand aside, because only they could save the world.

How ridiculous. They had never even studied medicine!

On the surface, these transmigrators spoke grandly and passionately, sounding logical and well-founded. In truth, they were merely copying theories from the future, with little real substance in their heads. Once the plot went off the rails and they lost the advantage of foresight, they immediately reverted to their true selves.

Duke of the Time-Space Administration Bureau had seen natives crush transmigrators more than once. Yet they always blamed their failures on bad luck, tossed out a line about not looking down on a poor youth, then happily went off chasing girls.

"Do not look down on a poor youth" was indeed true, but it was founded upon relentless self-improvement. Only then could failure become the mother of success. Applied to these transmigrators who spent all day writhing atop women, it could only mean... that success was a White-Eyed Wolf who recognized neither kin nor kinship.

"Recently, the number of transmigrators has been increasing by the day. In the past, the odds of multiple transmigrators appearing in the same world were very low, but now it happens all the time. These people can't stand each other and often come to blows over minor frictions. They even kill each other to fight over opportunities and girls, making our work extremely passive..." Duke of the Time-Space Administration Bureau sighed.

"That's a good thing! If your work is passive because you lack manpower,