"Huh~! I'm actually not dead."
"I'm still alive? Wasn't I killed by a huge truck barreling toward me while I was crossing the road?!"
The revived man let out a series of startled murmurs, filled with both delight and resentment.
He was delighted that he hadn't died, that he was still alive.
What rankled was that he had spent over twenty years studying, finally struggled through graduation, and found a good job. Just when he was about to enjoy life...
An out-of-control truck had sent him straight here.
No matter who it happened to, just thinking about something like that would leave them choking on frustration.
Fortunately, the man had a servile streak in his bones and was the sort to make himself at home wherever he landed. It took him only a short while to sort things out and accept that he had transmigrated.
He had transmigrated into an inexplicable world. Everything around him was empty and silent, with nothing there, not even space, and time flowed extremely slowly.
Who knew how long the owner of this body had been floating here?
The man gathered his thoughts and tried to summon a system.
"System, system, are you there?"
A system was standard equipment for every transmigrator. As a webnovel enthusiast, He Changjin had always dreamed of having one himself.
But reality was cruel and had never answered him.
No system had ever favored him or descended upon him, either.
Now that he had transmigrated, he still held out hope.
Besides, if he transmigrated without a system, every step would be a struggle, and he would face restrictions everywhere.
With bad luck and insufficient talent, he might even end up as an ordinary background extra.
As a proud transmigrator, He Changjin would not allow that to happen.
So a system