Quick Transmigration: Passer-by Craftsman System [MTL]

Volume One, The Black Sheep [Chapter 1]

            "Please sign a contract with me..."

　　When he fell into a drowsy sleep, Qingchuan seemed to see a burning red flame. No, to be more precise, it was a transparent red dumpling with edges that danced like water and flames. It's obviously a cute little thing, but its overall painting style is sad and gloomy.

　　"Please sign a contract with me..."

　　Xiao Hongtuan said the same words over and over again, obviously still in the same tone. As he went back, he became more and more hesitant and sad, just like the last vine that was about to break in the hands of a person who fell off a cliff. He was eager and anxious. despair.

　　It's so strange, how could I dream of such a strange thing... Qingchuan rubbed his painful temples. His fever reached 39 degrees. He took intravenous injections and took medicine, but the situation was still not good. A few of my trustworthy friends happened to be on a trip, but my sister was in another city and had more than a hundred mobile phone contacts, but I couldn't find anyone I could trust completely.

　　"Please sign a contract with me..."

　　Doesn't this strange red dumpling know anything else?

　　Qingchuan seemed to see it shrinking into a ball in fear and despair. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand and patted it gently, "Okay, okay."

　　As soon as he finished speaking, Qingchuan saw it expand suddenly, his eyes turned red, and he lost consciousness.

　　"Well...it hurts..."

　　Qingchuan woke up in pain, and his wrist was sore and swollen as if it was burning. But when he finally regained consciousness, he found himself lying on the wooden floor. This is a small room, at most five or six square meters, but it has a small bed, a small cabinet and a pair of tables and chairs. Things are crowded and messy, and there is no space under the bed.

　　He couldn't help but look at his wrist. There was a small triangular mark on the inside of his slender wrist. The golden red clung to the snow-white skin, like a burning flame.

　　"Ah ah--"

　　His head began to hurt violently, almost worse than the pain of broken ribs he had endured. Many images drifted through his mind intermittently, like tiny beads, eventually stringing together all the memories of a stranger. This huge amount of memory was like a jar of water stuffed into a can. Qingchuan fell to the ground and groaned. He felt like his brain was going to explode.

　　It took a long time for the pain to dissipate. Qingchuan lay on the ground panting, sweat dripping from his forehead, almost wetting the floor below.

　　Two different memories are fighting and intertwining in the body, just like different personalities at war. Sometimes Qingchuan's eyes become very painful, full of anger and resentment, and sometimes they become very tough and peaceful.

　　In the end, Qingchuan's memory firmly gained the upper hand, insisting on his own existence in the storm. His face, which was twisted in pain, slowly calmed down. The memory belonging to another person was suppressed in the deepest part, only as an aid and supplement.

　　"Artisan system?"

　　Qingchuan looked at the triangular mark on his wrist, which was the main reason why he appeared here. This small triangle was originally just a triangular-shaped piece of red agate. Its origin is not complicated. I bought it from a street stall. I don't usually wear it. I just remember it.

　　To say that it is a bad thing is not wrong, but it has to complete its mission if it does not want to run out of energy and dissipate. Moreover, there are many rewards for completing the mission, and it can even live forever in disguise. But the problem is that Qingchuan himself does not actually have such needs. Although his parents are dead, he still has a sister and a niece, and he is not lacking in family and friendship. I work as a writer of criminal detective novels. I have published three novels and eight short and medium-length novels, one of which was adapted into a mobile game. My annual income is acceptable. I also have an office building under my name. I can make over a million a year even if I do nothing. income.