"I'm tired, let it all end!"
Lis transformed into a grey-white statue, recalling how in his previous life he used to mock those transmigrated protagonists in internet novels for not taking precautions with their precious learning materials. He collapsed lifelessly onto the carpet, merely thinking about burrowing into the cracks of the solid wood floor beneath in sheer social death.
After writhing on the ground like a maggot for quite some time, he managed to vent most of the anxiety brought about by his transmigration in this manner. Then he sprawled out, quietly gazing at the dim crystal chandelier hanging above his head.
Could he even return?
Would anyone remember him?
Uncle Chen would, and probably the younger brothers and sisters from the orphanage too. As for others, he didn't seem to have many close friends besides his coworkers.
Lis forcefully slapped his face (ノ)`-').
