Chapter 1: Section 1: Hello, my name is Malin.
So cold, Malin cautiously avoided the icy streets, clad in tattered clothes, the meager body of its owner surveying this unfamiliar city. It had been seven days since arriving, and the last piece of bread at 'home' was consumed the day before yesterday. After scouring the familiar yet strange abode he resided in, finding no semblance of currency, Malin had no choice but to step outside—if not venturing out meant freezing to death, staying in meant starving to death.
Speaking of the past few days, Malin didn't know whether to consider himself unlucky or lucky—if you talk about bad luck, it indeed was bad luck. Others play the hero saving kids from under a vehicle; when he went to save a child, the car actually sped up, encountering someone who mistook the accelerator for the brake, if that's not misfortune, what is?
But speaking of bad luck... as a forty-year-old corporate drone, dying from a car crash while saving a child but being able to transmigrate to another world, reborn into a body of a child that seemed no older than ten in the mirror, can that be considered misfortune?
This was almost like living once again, so faced with his own incoherent dialectical relationship, Malin didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
Moreover, he had a very big problem—he was so hungry.
For some reason, his tiny body was incredibly voracious, a long loaf of bread could only satisfy one meal, filling him only halfway.
Could it be that after transmigration, he was fated to a tragic end of starvation?
Harboring such sorrowful thoughts, Malin leaned against the wall, feeling completely drained he slid down and sat at the corner of the street—first, let's rest for a bit.
It had been most of the day since this morning, and he hadn't found any work or food.
Although there was a nun on the streets earlier distributing bread, he saw the poor people using a kind of card to receive it, and Malin felt he probably didn't have such a card.
Besides, having arms and legs, why compete with those unfortunate people missing limbs for that piece of dark, murky bread?