Adrian Chen had lived most of his life dodging expectations—until he couldn't.
They called him a failure, a dropout, a waste of talent. It didn't matter that he graduated with honors, or that he helped a friend's app hit a million downloads. To his family, the only language that mattered was status. Title. Stability.
That morning, soaked in rain and sick of everything, he took the wheel and didn't care where he was driving. He just wanted to disappear.
And somehow, the universe listened.
The scene of the accident wasn't remembered, neither was the siren of the ambulance nor the panic of his little brother heard.
When he opened his eyes again, the world was different.
There was no hum of traffic. No glowing screens. Just the scent of dried herbs and the rustle of wind against paper walls.
He sat up too fast. The bed beneath him creaked. He winced at the sting in his ribs, then froze.
His hands were smaller. Lighter.
And when he caught his reflection in the bronze mirror, his breath caught.
He wasn't Adrian Chen anymore.
He was someone else.
"Young master Ren…" he heard someone call softly through the door. "...are you awake?"
He turned. His voice cracked.
"…Who?"
The door slid open slightly. A girl in simple robes peeked in, her arms filled with bandages and salves.
"Your father said to make sure you drink your tonic. He worries since you fell from the mountain path."
She gave a gentle smile.
"Still so clumsy, young master."
She left the bowl and retreated without fuss.
Adrian stared at the drink, then around the room. It looked like it had stepped out of a historical drama—low shelves lined with dried roots, a basin of clean water, scrolls on cultivation and internal medicine.
This wasn't a dream.
This was his new life.
He had read a lot of WebNovels to know this is a transmigration but...it was real?
He was a strange person called 'Ren' now, the quiet second son of a family of healers in a place called the Tiansheng Empire.
No Wi-Fi. No job. No spreadsheets.
Just herb-soaked robes, awkward traditions, and a strange warmth in his chest he couldn't explain.
A second chance…?
Maybe.
For now, all he could do was blend in.
And stay alive.