No, maybe not, but I can still be curious. [Hmm, have people transmigrated here from all kinds of worlds? It doesn't seem like too farfetched a concept, if a man can die and wake up in the very novel he wrote. Granted, he's really still very annoyed about this. The plot was over! His king had promised him hand-pulled noodles! He was finally about to retire into the good life!

And now he has to start all over.

Shang Qinghua makes a face when Wriothesley says it's not so bad, slurping up some more noodles. They are really good, so he supposes he'll give this place one point in its favor.] You must not have the same terrible luck that I have. I'm going to be destitute in a week if I have to keep relying on gambling to make any kind of living! And what's all this about sex? Is this some kind of bad yellow novel? D minus writing! All this gold can't hide that this is truly an unfortunate place to be!