The first day after I transmigrated!

Shocking!

Luckily I was living alone, holed up at home, not daring to step outside.

The second day after I transmigrated!

I ventured out tremblingly, trying to familiarize myself with the surroundings, cautious and not daring to talk to anyone.

The third day after I transmigrated!

I was slightly less panicked, and even ate something.

The food in this world is terribly unpalatable, only the fruit wine is decent, with very low sweetness, quite agreeable.

The fourth day after I transmigrated!

I found some books and newspapers, began to read crazily, wanting to understand this world.

Yes, I understand the language of this world.

A little perk for a transmigrator.

The fifth day after I transmigrated!

Reading books, scanning newspapers!

Understanding the world.

The sixth day after I transmigrated!

Reading books, scanning newspapers!

Understanding the world.

A bit of socializing (note: exchanged a few words with the neighbors about the nice weather).

The seventh day after I transmigrated!

Reading books, scanning newspapers!

Understanding the world.

Attended a banquet.

The girls in this world are really spicy, even daring to touch my thigh proactively.

My identity must be more than an ordinary person, at least a desirable partner.

The eighth day after I transmigrated!

Reading books, scanning newspapers!

Understanding the world.

Slightly surprised.

This world really has deities!

And probably demons of sorts.

The ninth day after I transmigrated!

Reading books, scanning newspapers!

Understanding the world.

Recalled my own identity.

An Imperial Civil Servant, the son of a merchant, without any connections or background, currently on leave, with vacation almost over.

The tenth day after I transmigrated!

Reading books, scanning newspapers!

Delving into the bodily construction of the female organisms in this world.

Discovered a little secret, it seems I have a bit of Special Ability.

In my memory, this faint and barely detectable odd energy is known as: Bloody Glory.

The eleventh day after I transmigrated!

Reading books, scanning newspapers!

Understanding the world.

Preparing to end my leave, facing familiar colleagues.

Even in another world, one can't escape the norm, still have to work.

Life must go on…

The twelfth day after I transmigrated!

Packing my bags…

What the heck, what have I found?

Someone's diary!?

He actually died summoning the Evil God!

Wait a minute…