As a homebody, Gwen knew quite a bit about transmigration.
When she was sucked into a comic book and traveled through a tunnel made of page after page of artwork, she more or less guessed that she had hit the jackpot.
At first, she was a little excited. She could finally visit the Superhero world she had always dreamed of!
But that excitement was quickly drowned in regret. If she had known that mysterious online friend was serious, she should have asked for superpowers. If nothing else, she could have gotten Invisible Woman's abilities, right? Failing that, some high-tech gear and intelligence would have been nice.
But she had gotten none of it. She had previously said that she needed nothing and only wanted freedom, so she gained no abilities at all and simply became a character in a comic book!
"No, calm down." Flying through the transmission passage, Gwen tried to talk herself down as she considered what skills could help her survive in this dangerous world. "I'm a transmigrator. There's no way I'll die so easily. Calm down!"
In reality, the more she thought about it, the more panicked she became. Forget combat skills—spoiled by her parents all her life, she could not even make pancakes.
She lived a life where food was served to her and clothes were put on her. If she had to name a special talent, it was probably being able to touch the tip of her nose with her tongue.
But what use was that skill!?
In the next second, her wild thoughts were interrupted as the strange transmission passage spat her out. It was a very steady landing: however she had been squatting on her computer chair in her shoes before, she was now squatting in the bushes in exactly the same