TRT – Chapter 6 The First Golden Rule of Transmigration

That’s right, that’s right, dear readers, you all guessed correctly—she transmigrated.

The First Golden Rule of Transmigration:

For soul-type transmigration, in about 90% of cases, the female lead’s first awakening takes place on a bed. The luxury of the bed directly determines the quality of her future life. Around the bed, there are usually maidservants and old nannies, followed by a beautiful woman, a concubine acting as the antagonist, and—more often than not—the male lead or male supporting lead who will appear later in the story.

For body-type transmigration, in about 99% of cases, the female lead’s first awakening takes place in some deserted wilderness, a deep forest in the mountains… in short, someplace completely uninhabited. Then, while living like a savage, the male lead inevitably appears, once, twice, gradually becoming familiar, watching stars, jumping off cliffs, drinking wine, lamenting the fleetingness of life—thus starting off a grand and dramatic romance…

When I opened my eyes, I first checked myself inside and out: the body was mine, and I was still wearing a full set of Li Ning sportswear (I’ve always supported domestic brands)… I pulled out the small pocket mirror I always carried (a normal must-have for a modern teenage girl): Qingwen’s eyes, Wang Xifeng’s mouth, Lin Daiyu’s brows, Brigitte Lin’s nose, Zhang Ziyi’s face, Fan Bingbing’s skin, Mavis Fan’s head—yes! It was still my face!

Dear readers, please note, the above description is purely Minmin’s self-fantasy, distorted, lacking in purity, and steeped in lowbrow indulgence…

The reality should actually be like this:

Not-too-big, not-too-dark, round eyes with an inner double fold. Used to be severely nearsighted, but right before transmigrating had laser surgery to fix it.

Thin, small lips almost pressed into a straight line—aside from being a healthy pink, there’s nothing worth mentioning.

Eyebrows so light they’re almost invisible.

A nose drowned among the other features. (Eh! That sounds like a logical error!)

A small face with virtually no chin.

Fair, tender skin, thanks to long-term care and a healthy routine, but at the hairline and forehead, faintly visible were the unavoidable enemies of all teenage girls—pimples! (Look here, look here, look here…)

Short, messy, nest-like hair sticking out everywhere.

That’s it. (Narrator offstage.)

So it was body-type transmigration! I sighed at the mirror. Putting it down, I looked around, intending to enjoy the natural, unpolluted scenery of some ancient forested mountain range—and made a shocking discovery…

!!!!

I froze on the spot…

Surrounding me, in three circles inside and three circles outside, was a black mass of people. Everyone was staring wide-eyed at me, while I stared wide-eyed back from the center…

Could it be?… Is it possible?!

From the corner of my eye, I caught sight of blue-stone pavement, fruit stalls, general shops, and all sorts of passersby… If I wasn’t mistaken… this was a bustling street!!!!

And thus, the first golden rule of transmigration was cruelly overturned…

After a long standoff, a bloodcurdling scream suddenly pierced the sky from among the onlookers—

“Monster—!!! Aaaaahhhhhh!!!”

This triggered a terrifying chain reaction. Everyone screamed, stumbled back, scattered, and fled like startled birds and beasts…

“She fell from the sky!!”

“She’s glowing red all over!!”

“She even carries a demon-exposing mirror—must have treasures! Seems like a powerful demon!!” (Nonsense.)

…Quack-quack-chatter-chatter… total chaos…

Suddenly, from the panicked crowd rang out a strong voice—“Everyone, calm down—!!”

I couldn’t help but lift my head, peering to see who had come?