Why was I transmigrated here?

The sky was clear and vast, bathed in sunlight.

Warm sunlight spilled across the land.

The bustling streets were filled with people coming and going, their laughter and chatter filling the air. Glancing around, the street was almost entirely filled with handsome men and beautiful women, brimming with youthful vitality.

"Screeeech—!"

"Bang—"

"Ah—!"

A sharp screech of brakes suddenly shattered the beautiful scene.

"There's been a car accident!"

"Someone got hit!"

"Hurry and call the hospital to treat the injured!"

"Is anyone here studying medicine?!"

A clamor of chaotic voices arose as enthusiastic citizens responded.

In the center of the crowd lay a young man in a white shirt, blood trickling down his cheek.

"A car accident? Someone got hit? Who got hit?"

The young man listened to the commotion around him. Internally, he wondered if he should get up and join the crowd, but as he prepared to push himself up, a piercing pain shot through his limbs.

"Preliminary diagnosis: fractured arms, head trauma, lung injury. The patient is still conscious!"

"Medical kit! Quickly, bring the medical kit!"

The young man watched the man in front of him busily attending to him, seemingly like a doctor. Feeling the intense pain in his limbs and chest, he seemed to realize something.

"Ah—so it was me who got hit, no wonder it hurts so much..."

"But why would I get hit by a car? Wasn't I at home?"

The young man's mind was a jumbled mess, filled with a thousand questions.

How did I suddenly end up on the street, and get hit by a car?

And is this person in front of me a doctor? Why doesn't his uniform look like one?

And where is this place? Why does the sky look so fake? There are stars out in broad daylight...

I can't... my head feels so heavy. Am I going to die here?!

I haven't even gotten married yet...

"The patient's consciousness is fading! Speed up the return to the hospital and simultaneously contact them to prepare for surgery!"

"Authorize facial recognition and notify the patient's family as soon as possible!"

"..."

Carrying a multitude of doubts and the noisy shouts in his ears, the young man's consciousness could no longer hold on, sinking into an endless darkness.

P.L.A.N.T.

A nation established by Coordinators, its predecessor was the L5 research colony satellite Zodiac. It was initially funded and built by the Earth Atlantic Federation, East Asia Republic, and Eurasian Federation. Its primary residents are Coordinators, with an estimated population exceeding 20 million.

Coordinators, also known as Newtypes, are a race that has undergone genetic manipulation, granting them superior abilities compared to ordinary humans from birth. Whether in terms of physical fitness or mental agility, the average ability of Coordinators surpasses that of Naturals.

Besides the physical disparity, there is also a gap in social status and resources.

Because the cost of adjusting embryos is extremely high, ordinary families cannot afford it, so the families of Coordinators are almost exclusively from the upper echelons of society.

So when you face someone who, in terms of family background, social resources, upbringing, physical ability, intelligence, and even appearance...

Far surpasses your peers in every aspect.

Do you think there's still a need to strive? Do you think there's still room for you to turn things around?

The most crucial point is that this despair is not innate but artificially created. This means not only can their generation crush you, but their descendants will also forever crush your descendants.

The strong will always be strong, and the weak will always be weak. This scenario will continue indefinitely. Can you tolerate such a situation?

This is also the origin of the conflict between Naturals (Old Humans) and Coordinators (Newtypes).

However, Coordinators also have a drawback: reproduction!

Due to the conflict with Naturals, most Coordinators were driven off Earth. Without the support of the vast gene pool of Naturals, new generations of Coordinators could not emerge.

Furthermore, due to genetic engineering, the natural birth rate of Coordinators is low, so the natural population growth of Coordinators has stagnated. The reproduction of their descendants is difficult.

For this reason, P.L.A.N.T. has even implemented mandatory arranged marriages.

"So... why?"

"Why is this happening?"

The young man, no, he should be called—Noel Cassia.

Recalling the memories in his mind, Noel lay on the hospital bed, lost in thought, or perhaps contemplating his existence was a more fitting description.

After half a month of bed rest and investigation, he had basically confirmed that he had joined the ranks of transmigrators.

Originally, this was a good thing. What are transmigrators? Chosen ones!

But... why?

Why here of all places? You can transmigrate anywhere, but why did you have to transmigrate here!

He vaguely remembered that P.L.A.N.T. was a fictional nation from an anime.

He hadn't watched that anime in at least ten years! Ten years!

It took ten years for me to transmigrate here, that's just ridiculous!

Transmigration itself was already absurd, and then to transmigrate into this world!

Of course, transmigration can happen anywhere. Haven't you heard of people who transmigrated directly into Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf and became goats?

But the key problem is, who transmigrates into an old anime? Due to the passage of time, he basically couldn't remember the plot.

The only thing he knew was that this world was very dangerous!

As for how dangerous, let's put it this way: by the end of the war between the Old Humans and the Newtypes, it was a full-blown nuclear exchange, as if they were afraid they wouldn't wipe each other out with their firepower.

And these idiots weren't dropping nukes on armies, but rather specifically targeting civilian residential areas of the opposing forces.

Anyway, he vaguely remembered that Earth had been hit by something even more powerful than nuclear bombs several times, and PLANT was no exception.

Whether it was Earth or PLANT, no matter where he ran, there was a risk of being hit by a nuclear bomb.

So... there wasn't a single safe place in the entire universe where people could live. You couldn't escape even if you wanted to!

Of course, like other anime, this anime also had a protagonist who tried his best to stop the war.

But the key problem was, the nuclear bombs actually detonated!

In the end, the war was stopped, but the nuclear bombs still went off!

"What should I do..."

Noer lay on the bed, completely dumbfounded. This situation where he only remembered a little bit of the plot was too disgusting.

Either let me know nothing, or let me know everything. This state of knowing only a little bit was truly torturous!

"Beep--"

"Chirp--"

Just as Noer was contemplating how to save his life, the door to the infirmary slowly opened, and a man in a white coat walked in.

Noer glanced sideways and then withdrew his gaze.