"Why do other people who travel to other worlds either get their souls transferred or directly land in a girl’s bedroom, while I get an extreme airdrop from ten thousand meters high? If you can’t choose the coordinates properly, just don’t choose at all!" On a beach at the border of Iberia, in the land of Terra. A figure suddenly...
"Why do other people who travel to other worlds either get their souls transferred or directly land in a girl’s bedroom, while I get an extreme airdrop from ten thousand meters high? If you can’t choose the coordinates properly, just don’t choose at all!" On a beach at the border of Iberia, in the land of Terra. A figure suddenly burst out from beneath the water, struggling to walk a few steps towards the shore before collapsing onto the sand as if utterly exhausted. Spitting out two mouthfuls of seawater, the young man named Steven lay flat on the beach like a salted fish, loudly complaining about his predicament. As a transmigrator, this wasn't his first time being transported to another world. But compared to his last experience—where he was thrown into Minecraft—this time was much hard
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