I dream about visiting graves.
Monday morning.
So tired...
Feeling tired and unable to keep his eyes open, Jiang Chuan forced them open with a furrowed brow, his face expressionless, but his body still struggled to get out of bed and wash up.
Despite appearing outwardly completely emotionless, she inexplicably gives off the impression that... her resentment is about to destroy the world.
The time on my phone shows it's 7:15.
After hastily tidying himself up in a few minutes, Jiang Chuan, feeling uncomfortable with his appearance, hurriedly left the house.
I bought two cheap sesame seed cakes from a breakfast shop on the street and ate them as I walked.
The summer mornings were still somewhat cool, but this coolness quickly turned into sweltering heat. Jiang Chuan broke out in a sweat, and just as he reached the subway entrance, he hurriedly finished his breakfast.
7:32.
The subway was already in the prelude to the morning rush hour. Jiang Chuan queued up to go through security, then through the turnstiles, went downstairs, queued up again, and waited for the next subway train.
The spot where he boarded the train was in the middle of the subway line, but it was always packed with people, whether they were going to work or going home.
Fortunately, this was just the prelude to the morning rush hour, and there weren't too many people yet.
Jiang Chuan was lucky enough to find a corner where he could stand, and he glanced at his phone again.
7:36.
There were still seven or eight stops before the next subway transfer, which I could have used to rest properly, but my mind was still clear and I wasn't sleepy at all.
I'm just very tired.
Jiang Chuan took out his phone and, like his companions, buried himself in finding some amusement during the tedious and long bus ride.
8:40.
After changing subway lines twice, Jiang Chuan finally emerged from the real morning rush hour. He glanced nervously at the time and then hurried to the shared bicycle parking area.
Scan the code to board the bus.
Cycling created airflow, sweeping away the stuffy air in Jiang Chuan's chest. Almost two hours after waking up early, Jiang Chuan finally felt a little more relaxed.
But he didn't relax his footwork at all; he needed to get to the company before nine o'clock.
8:58.
With his attendance record successfully completed, Jiang Chuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. His perfect attendance bonus of two hundred yuan was once again hanging by a thread.
He pushed open the office door, sat down at his workstation, and turned on his computer—beginning another day of agony.
Long commutes are exhausting, but renting a place close to the office is expensive. You can only choose between time and money, but usually, people on a tight budget don't have any other options.
As soon as Jiang Chuan opened his office software, he saw the revision comments sent by his immediate supervisor. The document was filled with messy markings and contained doubts about his work ability.
"Do you really put your heart into your work?"
"Don't always stick to your own ideas; game design is not as simple as you think."
Jiang Chuan was already used to this kind of suppression; he would change what needed to be changed and ignore what he couldn't see.
The meeting at 9:30 was a long one.
The meeting ended at 10:20.
Before the old revisions could even begin, Jiang Chuan was assigned new work by the lead planner. The workload was enormous, and if he didn't hurry up, being kept behind to work overtime was the foregone conclusion.
Since this is a matter of the employee's own efficiency, there is no overtime pay.
The company is already being generous by allowing you to accumulate overtime and then take time off in lieu of it. They don't encourage overtime, but they deduct performance bonuses if work tasks aren't completed.
To avoid the tragedy of working overtime until 8 or 9 pm at the company, Jiang Chuan had no choice but to work at full speed.
My hands tapped away on the keyboard, my eyes were dry and red from staring at the screen for so long, and my back, as usual, started to ache from sitting in the wrong position for so long.
12 o'clock sharp.
During mealtime, the heavy oil and salt in the takeout food barely made up for the calorie deficit from the morning.
However, Jiang Chuan's brows have remained furrowed ever since he woke up.
12:35.
After mealtime, he returned to his pigeon coop and quickly took a nap on the table to recharge. But he couldn't sleep for long; his arms would soon go numb in that position, forcing him to get up.
At 1:30 PM, I resumed work.
Jiang Chuan was clearly not in a good mental or physical state in the afternoon, but he still managed to finish his work within forty minutes after the six o'clock closing time.
By the time I left the company, it was almost completely dark.
Jiang Chuan enjoyed a moment of relief, but like the shared bike he rode that morning, it was only temporary.
He headed towards the subway station; it was 6:40, the second peak of the evening rush hour.
After failing to board two subway trains in a row, Jiang Chuan's desire to go home grew stronger, and he almost lost control of his emotions. Finally, on the third subway train, he found a place to sit.
It was difficult to stand firm amidst the crowd.
This is not the end, because there is still a transfer to another subway line. After exiting the subway, it's another ten minutes or so to get home.
Before going home, he needed to solve his eating problem again.
Because it's already 8:12.
Jiang Chuan passively followed the body's owner to experience his life, eating haphazardly, washing up, and finally getting some rest.
It wasn't until the body's owner lay sprawled on the bed looking at his phone, his eyelids finally giving way, and he drifted off to sleep that Jiang Chuan finally woke up from this long dream.
These everyday dreams seem to have nothing to do with nightmares.
The moment Jiang Chuan woke up, he was still panting heavily, greedily breathing in normal air, as if he had been choked for a long time and had finally broken free of his restraints.
The bedroom was silent for a moment.
Then a voice tentatively communicated with him: "Hi?" The other person even cleared their throat before speaking formally.
Jiang Chuan was filled with mixed emotions. He frowned and gently tapped the bedside table, causing the lights in the entire room to softly illuminate one by one.
The room, emerging from the darkness, features a typical interior design reminiscent of a domineering CEO novel. The main color scheme of the entire bedroom is Monet gray, exuding a low-key yet luxurious feel.
The only difference is that the bedroom is much smaller than that of a typical wealthy family where a single room can fit a 500-square-meter bed.
It's already three or four in the morning.
The bustling metropolis outside, known as the "city that never sleeps," has fallen silent. Who would come to his room to visit so late at night?
He wasn't scared.
Jiang Chuan's so-called "guest" appeared by the floor-to-ceiling window... hidden by the curtains.
I guess they originally wanted to make a cool entrance.
Then, the constraints of real-world factors were not taken into account.
The person inside struggled for a moment before finally realizing they were in the picture, and then awkwardly peeked out from under the curtains.
It was a small... big black cat with an exquisite dark blue bow tie around its neck and a monocle on its face.
At first glance, it looks like a pet carefully kept by European nobles.
"Hello, Mr. Jiang Chuan." The black cat bowed its head in greeting.
Unseen magical creatures have appeared.
In this world, magical creatures and the technological world exist like two parallel lines, living in the same world but not actually interfering with each other.
Well... except for Jiang Chuan, who's the lucky one.
He is the connecting point between these two parallel lines.
Then, at the darkest hour of the day, around 4 a.m., the connection point becomes exceptionally stable, which is when these strange creatures can be seen.
After Jiang Chuan transmigrated to this world, he was able to see it from a young age and clearly knew that the world as seen by others was different from what he saw himself, after all, his origins were not from normal channels.
Therefore, they readily accept this worldview setting.
Jiang Chuan was getting impatient. He wanted to sleep, especially after having a nightmare... Besides, he had important business to attend to tomorrow. Let's skip the pleasantries and get straight to the point.
What human would stay up at three or four in the morning to chat with a cat?
While his mind was teetering on the edge of agitation, Mr. Jiang Chuan still responded politely in reality, "Hello."
"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Earl, and I am a magician." The Earl made a slight bow, a human-like gesture to express friendliness.
Jiang Chuan, feeling drowsy, patiently listened as the other person continued to explain what a magician was.
The so-called magic users are like those in Japanese anime. Like Jiang Chuan, they are the intersection of two parallel lines. The difference is that Jiang Chuan can only see, but has no way to interfere with the magic world.
As the name suggests, a magic user can bring magic to a chosen ordinary human in real life, and drive the human to do things that the magic user wants them to do.
For ordinary people, possessing magic is probably like a windfall. Even just experiencing what it's like to have magic is something countless people yearn for.
But Jiang Chuan is not included in this.
magic?
No, he has the power of money.
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