Whenever people talked about transmigration, they inevitably thought of novels, manga, anime, or, failing that, all kinds of TV dramas and short-form shows.
After all, even without transmigrating, people had once imagined in their youth whether they might be the protagonist of some book.
And now, he had actually transmigrated.
As a transmigrator, Lu Cang had naturally thought about this too.
If this were a novel, what kind would it be?
If it were an anime, how many episodes would it have? A long-running series or a short one?
I should be the Dragon-Ao Tian type of character, right?
Am I the protagonist?
Or am I just a stepping stone for someone else to show off and humiliate their rivals?
Or am I some worldly sage who only exists in the background of the world, appearing solely in legends told by later generations?
These were all fancies that had crossed Lu Cang's mind from time to time over the past few months in this world.
But now... excuse me?
What kind of question was this?
Could I actually be the male lead in a galgame?
Lu Cang pulled his thoughts back from his imagination and said, "Pali, do you know what you're saying to an eight-year-old child?"
"I do."
Lu Cang's tone was calm. "That's obviously impossible."
Pali said, "I thought so."
Whoosh—
The two of them changed positions again, returning from the estate to the White Tower.
Pali was back in her seat, exactly as before.
It seemed getting close enough to touch Pali was out of the question.
If he launched a sneak attack, he might have a chance.
But she was a Prophet, and a powerful one at that. She really wasn't easy to deal with.
Lu Cang said, "Big Sister Pali, I'm sorry for overstepping just