The Unfortunate Transmigrator

  A cold north wind howled through the bustling metropolis, although the calendar had already turned to February, but Silver Moon City, located in the north, still couldn't feel any breath of spring. However, people seemed not to mind. Snowflakes fluttered down on the crowded streets and melted into droplets, falling onto roses that bloomed against the laws of nature. Soft music played in every alleyway, restaurants on both sides of the street were booming with business, and couples strolled hand in hand, their passionate hearts seemingly melting the ice and snow.

  This day is February 14th, Valentine's Day.

  This is a grand festival for couples, and a sorrowful day for singles. However, for those unemployed who are struggling to make ends meet, none of these matter as much as a hot meal and an ideal job.

  Standing at the bustling crossroads, Feili took a deep breath of the cold air and felt his tense nerves relax slightly after a string of failed job interviews. Taking one last look at the map, he walked towards the magic accessories shop with a "Now Hiring Apprentice" sign, feeling as if he was walking to his execution.

  "I must succeed this time, I've already failed 29 times, if I still can't find a job, I'll really end up on the streets!"

  Unfortunately, things in life are often cruel.

  "Graduated from Deepwater University's Alchemy Department, 14th-level mage, Silver Emblem Alchemist? Excuse me, have you studied graphic design? No? Sorry, our store is looking for a spellcaster who can design and maintain jewelry. Next!"

  A 14th-level wizard has fallen to this point, it's as unbelievable as a fish drowning in water. However, in the modern era where magic has become widespread, wizards have proliferated to the point of disaster, with over 1 million mid-level wizards born every year worldwide. Especially after the intelligent magical network was put into use, anyone can use magic through portable terminals in cities with an intelligent magical network. No need to memorize, no need to meditate, as long as you can pay for each spell you cast, everyone is a wizard. In this situation, wizards who didn't graduate from famous schools are like computer science graduates from another world, clearly oversupplied, and many people join the ranks of the unemployed every year, including Phil.

  It's not that Fili didn't study hard, but unfortunately, magic-related jobs these days often require "Magic Level 16" or "Spiritual Power Mastery", or else a "Master's degree or above". Looks like he still has a long way to go in his job search.

  "Woe is me, my job is going nowhere and I have no idea where my girlfriend is. Why do others get to travel through time and space with beautiful women and wealth at their fingertips, while I'm stuck with this miserable luck?!" Phil Taylor lugged his sparse luggage out of the dorm that had just been reclaimed by the landlord, feeling utterly lost about what lay ahead.

  This is his third month in this world.

  As a former internet enthusiast, Fei Li Taylor was no stranger to the term "crossing over". Nowadays, crossing over is all the rage. A flash of lightning, a car accident, a fire or even a thick fog can transport you to a mysterious world.

  So when he was playing online games on his computer one second, and then suddenly found himself transported to a different world the next, with a ton of memories that didn't belong to him popping into his head, Phil felt not even half a bit surprised, but instead had a hint of excitement. In his past life, he had read many novels about this kind of fantasy world, so it wasn't unfamiliar to him at all. A world with dragons and magic, of course, also had beautiful elf girls, which always made people happy. Just like in the online games, Phil Taylor also dreamed that he could become a legendary hero known throughout the world, surrounded by a large group of beauties. This was much stronger than being looked down upon as an unimportant businessman in his past life, especially when he discovered that he was currently a 14th-level mage and silver emblem alchemist.

  But as Feili rummaged through the suddenly increased memories, he gradually discovered that this beautiful dream seemed to be shattering.

  Here is Dr2350's Ferren continent, a world where sword and magic, dragon and hero legends have all become things of the past.

  Indeed, this is a fantasy world. There are gods, spirits, dragons, magicians and all sorts of monsters.

  However, this is also a world with highly advanced technology. There are cars, ships, electricity and even the internet. The dragons that were once hunted down are now protected by the state as national treasures, and ordinary people can cast magic using portable magical terminals more easily than making phone calls.

  So, alchemists and magicians are oversupplied trash professions here, the unemployed of the previous life are still unemployed in this life. What's even more miserable is that the original Phil Taylor seems to have lost both parents, borrowed a government student loan to attend college, and the repayment period is approaching.

  The original Phil Tyler was anxious and irritable due to long unemployment, and after a failed interview, he rolled down the stairs, allowing the time traveler to take his place.

  The unbelieving traveler rushed about, hoping to find a job or encounter some opportunity, but the cruel reality made his heart increasingly cold.

  Being a 14th-level mage and a Silver Emblem alchemist sounds pretty good, but in this world it's just the average level of an ordinary university graduate, roughly equivalent to having English level six plus a second-tier degree. And Phil Taylor has serious problems with his appearance - he's short, balding as a teenager, with a face full of craters like the surface of the moon, in short, making people frown at first sight, and he's also never had any luck with girls in school. After experiencing 30 failures and using up all his last bit of money, Phil finally gave up in despair.

  At the thought of not being able to repay the loan, the miserable fate of digging mines with goblins in a dark region for 20 years finally broke down Phil Taylor's mental defenses. Now, he is in an empty park at midnight, using his trembling hands to tear open a beautifully decorated but yellowed and ancient-looking magic scroll.

  That is the scroll of Wishcraft.

  The most impractical, yet highest level of magic.

  The Wish spell does indeed grant the caster's wish. But nine times out of ten, or even ten times out of ten, the method by which it is granted is not what the hapless wizard had in mind. For example, a power-hungry wizard might say "I wish to rule the world."

  He was probably transferred to a desolate land. Given that he is likely the only intelligent being in this world, he indeed rules the world.

  Or maybe a poor magician shouted, "I want money." Then when he opened his eyes, he found himself unfortunately in the sealed vault of a bank, with glittering gold and suffocating fate arriving together.

  In short, the Wish spell is just such a mysterious and inexplicable technique. Rather than saying it's a magical miracle, it would be better to say it's an evil prank of Arcana, and a particularly despicable one at that.

  But sometimes wishes can also be used in some cases. For example, you shout loudly, "I want a seven-minute cooked steak." In general, roasted chicken will not appear.

  In other words, the Wish Granting Spell can only be used to grant wishes that are easy to fulfill, and the high cost required makes it a chicken rib among chicken ribs. Due to the unreliability of the Wish Granting Spell, the government has long listed it as one of the prohibited spells, and there are still a small number of scrolls circulating in the black market, providing another option for those desperate people who have no other choice but to commit suicide.

  Fili's scroll, which had been passed down as a family heirloom from a powerful ancestor, seemed to be the answer. Not wanting to dig for gems with the dwarves, he finally decided to use it.

  Due to the long history, Feili is extremely worried that the wish-granting spell will fail and backfire. After much hesitation, he still put on his current equipment with the highest magic resistance: an ancient, high-grade wizard robe said to have been used by the ancestor who created the wish-granting scroll. Its appearance is gorgeous, its performance is superb, but it has one flaw - it's a woman's garment.

  Now, Feri Taylor was wearing a pink female high-end mage robe, holding the student magic wand issued by the university, with a white simple magic-resistant headgear that looked like underwear because of two broken holes, in a perverted appearance, like a prisoner about to be executed, crying and gathering magic on the magic wand, then lightly touched the scroll and activated the wish spell.

  A dazzling flash of light passed, and Feili was immediately enveloped in a deep blue glow like the ocean, wave after wave connecting directly to the magic net. Countless golden characters rose from the ground, accompanied by surging magical power that enveloped Feili, like a tidal wave impact that made Feili unable to stand firm, and he sat down on the ground with a thud.

  Suddenly, a majestic voice sounded in his mind without warning: "What is your wish?"

  "Has it started yet? Phil Taylor suppressed his excitement, but still remembered not to make wishes that were too difficult to achieve. 'I want a handsome appearance and the favor of beautiful girls!'"

  This is a wish he has thought about for a long time, if he says directly that he wants a job, the job he gets will probably be worse than digging mines with Di Zhi. Now his educational background is not too bad, but he looks ugly and doesn't have money to get plastic surgery. This wish is equivalent to getting a free cosmetic surgery, the probability of it coming true should still be quite high. The second half of the sentence is to prevent the wishing technique from taking advantage of the differences in aesthetic views among different ethnic groups...

  "Then let it be! As you wish..."

  A massive magical power filled Fili's entire body, emitting a flowing rainbow light outward, and finally, it was the clichéd huge flash of light. Along with an explosion sound, a large crater appeared in the park, accompanied by a chaotic magic net that made the magic police who rushed to the scene extremely headache.

  "Silver Moon City Daily, February 15th: A mysterious explosion occurred in Central Park around 4am this morning. According to the police's magical advisor, the explosion was caused by a suspect's illegal use of wish magic, and the suspect is also missing after the blast. The explosion has caused partial paralysis of the city's intelligent magic network, which is expected to be repaired within three days. Citizens are advised to take note. A police spokesperson stated that they will increase their efforts to crack down on the illegal trade of wish magic scrolls..."