In a private booth in the Double Vixen Bar, a man dressed to steal your girlfriend was having a party with his friends. Everybody knew him as the party starter not the party pooper. The king of drinking not the "I pass out after a whiff of alcohol man."
He was Simon Dreyfus. Simon always drank till he's drunk and today was no exception. He drank and drank until he passed out. His friends saw this and took the opportunity to record him and post it to tik-tok hoping to become internet celebrities. Since Simon was drunk, his friends needed to take him home, which they did.
After taking Simon back to his apartment in the Summer Tower, in the most luxurious area in the city, Simon's friends left but knocked down a jar of jelly beans which they left lying on the floor because who cares. You can't possibly die from slipping on jelly beans. Right?
Good news for you folks, you can. And because you can, here we have a new transmigration novel.
Simon wakes up, lightheaded, drowsy, and hungover, from the great times last night. He gets off the bed and slips and falls onto the floor, unknowingly and ironically killing himself by slipping on jelly beans.
Simon rubs his head and curses. As he's getting back up he realizes somethings not right. Simon realizes that he's not where he should be. Lying on the ground bare. All Simon has right now is his precious knowledge from Earth, which hopefully has physics that apply here, and an awesome sweet, thicc, juicy ass. (Note: Guys our there, no homo, you feel me.)