Michael was suddenly reborn into another world by a God because of an accidental death. To make up for this fact, the God gave him another life in a fantasy world of swords, magic, and monsters. Unfortunately, it turned out that the world he was reborn into was still stuck in the medieval times. It didn't have electricity, it didn't have proper plumbing, and it didn't have any technology that he was so used to back in his old world. But thanks to the God's blessing and an AI assistant called ChatJK1, he was given the power to MAKE his life comfortable. Slowly, Michael transforms this new world into a place even better than his previous one by taking ideas from the modern world and putting it in this world, with the added bonus of magic.

"F**K! I'm dead!" That was the first word I muttered after regaining my memories from Earth. Reincarnating into a world of cultivation should've been a blessing. Adventure, immortality, power—what's not to love? But then I remembered what my family did. My sister just broke off an engagement with a crippled young master—definitely a future protagonist. My mother ripped a Dao Bone from my cousin and gave it to me—guaranteed future revenge arc. And me? I'm already a third-rate villain: bullying weaklings and flaunting my Bai Clan name. Worst part? Despite the Dao Bone, I'm still trash at cultivation. My only hope? The System… which I've had for years. "I just never realized… It was in English!"

The person whom the world revolves around. The person who defeats all of his opponents, and ultimately gets the beautiful girl. The sole existence all villains fear. That is the protagonist. What about me? As a failed author who had only one success throughout his whole career, I had reincarnated into my late novel. “This is it,” I thought, as I tightly clenched my fist. Did I just get reincarnated in my own novel? Is this where I reincarnate in a novel and become the protagonist? No. Sadly it’s not that kind of novel, as I reincarnated as a mob. “Thank god I’m not the protagonist.” Protagonists are calamity magnets that trouble never leaves alone — so being a mere mob came as a relief. A sentiment he would soon come to regret.