[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m":3,"chapter-simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-1":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simultaneously Transmigrated: My Cheat Skill Is Myself",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":18,"prevChapterSlug":19,"totalChapters":20,"novelImage":21},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":12,"translator":16,"content_hash":17},2315256,4528,"Chapter 1: Young Master, It","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-1",1,"\u003Cp>“Young Master, it’s time to take your medicine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crisp, sweet voice echoed outside a study in a two-story house on Zishih Street in Yanggu County.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jinlian, didn’t I tell you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t say it like that when I take my medicine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slightly exasperated reply came from within the study.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Creak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl called Jinlian pushed open the door, carrying a medicine pot still steaming with heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, but haven’t I always called you Young Master?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she stepped into the study, Jinlian spoke with an innocent tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A boy sat behind the desk in the study,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>holding a book with slightly yellowed pages, his expression a mix of exasperation and fondness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that, in this world, he was likely the only one who understood the joke of “Dalang, take your medicine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What else could he expect? He was a transmigrator who had inexplicably come from the 21st century.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy was tall and slender; though not strikingly handsome, he carried a certain grace,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but the pallor on his face gave him an unmistakable air of frailty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, take your medicine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl hurried to the boy’s side, gently taking the book away,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>then skillfully picked up a porcelain bowl from the tea set on the desk to hold the medicine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here, take it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the porcelain bowl, half-filled with a darkish medicinal decoction,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she scooped up a spoonful with care and gently offered it to the boy’s lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jinlian, I can do this myself—you don’t have to go through so much trouble.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy spoke, reaching out to take the medicine bowl from the girl named Jinlian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you hadn’t helped me back then, I don’t know where I might have been sold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And you’ve always been kind to me—I’m happy to serve you for the rest of my life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jinlian’s eyes, clear as water, brimmed with admiration as she looked at the boy,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and without pause, she continued to gently offer the spoon to his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing her words, the boy fell into memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had once been an ordinary, unremarkable soul of the 21st century.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Born into an ordinary family, one of countless common households,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but fortunately, his parents, grandparents, and other elders had all been loving,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>granting him a humble yet genuinely happy childhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After entering school, his academic performance was unremarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he grew older, his appearance remained unremarkable,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>far from the dazzling good looks he’d once dreamed of, like Yan Zu or Tian Le.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With unremarkable grades, he entered an unremarkable university,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and after spending several unremarkable years there, he returned home and took an unremarkable job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was preparing to live out his unremarkable life in peace, an accident occurred:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One late night, while lying in bed playing with his phone, preparing to spend some personal time (staying up late),\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a massive truck—out of nowhere—turned him into a two-dimensional character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing he found fortunate was that the truck had been incredibly efficient,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and since he wasn’t some athlete capable of punching through missiles or wrestling steel coils,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he passed away swiftly, without feeling any pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What puzzled him was how that truck had even reached his fourth-floor bedroom?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be that this truck was the very one from the advertisement he’d seen as a child,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the one that soared into the sky amid the slogan “Racing Across the World, Dayun Motors,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and smashed the distant relative of the cosmic serpent Jörmungandr into dust?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A phone’s lifespan is three to five years; a human’s is seventy to one hundred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To a phone, you are its entire life—even though to you, it’s just a small passing thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So put down your distractions, and spend more time with your phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t let your little phone live a life without love or companionship…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Zhang Jie believed his unremarkable life was about to end,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he found himself inexplicably in a warm, confined space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having read many anime and novels in his spare time, he vaguely recognized this place—it was the legendary mother’s womb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, he wasn’t some immortal or great sorcerer reincarnated, nor did he possess divine arts or magic,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>otherwise he might have tried to cultivate the legendary prenatal primordial breath body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, many transmigrators had laid the foundation for unprecedented greatness this way,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>rising against heaven, punching celestial emperors, kicking demonic gods, becoming utterly invincible, laughing…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heaven: Who the hell did I offend? Why does everyone want to defy heaven?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his mother’s cries of pain, he was born, beginning his second life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, a child’s brain simply isn’t developed enough to hold his vast memories,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and for his first dozen years, he remained dazed, nearly unconscious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t until he heard a name he recognized that he fully awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owner of that name was his favorite Ming dynasty literary work,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>one of the two masterpieces of Ming urban life—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>one of the central figures shared by “Jin Ping Mei” and “Water Margin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, not the one who indulged in daily revelry and schemed to steal wives and wealth—Ximen Qing, the Great Lord Ximen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the other protagonist—the one synonymous with the term “seductive woman”—Pan Jinlian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, Pan Jinlian’s tailor father had died, and her mother sold her to the Zhang household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this boy, humble as he was, was the only son of the Zhang household.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon recognizing Pan Jinlian, the boy took the initiative to claim her for himself, making her his personal maid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy was the Zhang household’s only son, born when his father was over fifty,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>cherished as if held in his palm for fear of dropping him, kept in his mouth for fear of melting him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>if he asked for the stars in the sky, his father would find a way to grant it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he merely wanted a maid—how could his father refuse?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the boy’s surname and given name?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this life, he was the son of the Zhang household, so naturally his surname was Zhang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zhang household hoped his son would become a dragon,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but the boy’s spirit—perhaps too powerful from his two lives—had overwhelmed his flesh,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>leaving him frail and sickly from birth; thus, his father dared not give him a grand name,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>like Hao or Long, fearing the child couldn’t bear the weight and would invite disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After consulting with several monks, Daoists, feng shui masters, and even shamans,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>they settled on the simple character “Jie,” hoping he might one day become a peerless talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, this name matched exactly the name he had before transmigration!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since then, Pan Jinlian had been Zhang Jie’s personal maid—for five years now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once thin girl had blossomed into a graceful beauty, radiating the aura of a beauty who brings calamity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie recalled as he opened his mouth, letting Pan Jinlian feed him the medicine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jie, recalling these memories, opened his mouth as Pan Jinlian fed him the medicine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jinlian, I need to review my books a while longer—you may go now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since birth, he had always been frail and sickly, raised almost entirely on medicine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After swallowing bitter decoctions for over a decade, he’d grown used to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even this was only possible because he was born into the Zhang household, which owned thousands of acres of land,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>dozens of shops, and several merchant caravans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the years, he had practically eaten ginseng, deer antler, and cordyceps like rice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had he been born into an ordinary family, under the productivity of Song Dynasty as depicted in “Water Margin,” he would have died in infancy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for why Zhang Jie judged this world to be “Water Margin” and not “Jin Ping Mei”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he discovered this world contained not only Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing, the Great Lord Ximen,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but also Song Jiang, known as “The Timely Rain,” “The Righteous Protector,” and “The Filial, Righteous Black Third Brother,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, it’s Song Jiang, Song Gongming…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Zhang Jie despised this Song Heizi, whose official robe was stained red with the blood of his own brothers and sisters,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he still marveled at Song Jiang’s ability to cultivate prestige—it was utterly terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, he had intended to confirm the world’s identity, so he asked his household’s martial instructor who the prominent figures in the jianghu were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instructor, who had traveled the north and south and had only met Song Gongming once, spoke of the Hu Bao Yi with boundless admiration,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as if he longed to hold Song’s horse and carry his stirrup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From then on, Zhang Jie confirmed that the world he had transmigrated into was Water Margin,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>also known as The Story of One Hundred and Five Men and Three Women…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Zhang Jie’s next thought was:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this is the world of Water Margin, with the One Hundred and Eight Stars of Heaven and Earth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>could Ximen Daguanren be ranked as the Star of Lust?\u003C\u002Fp>",1491,"2026-06-20T14:22:35.989Z","Qwen3-Next 80B","32a2bcf58aaded4537999de545ad6ddbeeb3e558ca28bb75fe7214c85907d3f5","simultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-chapter-2",null,601,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-my-cheat-skill-is-m-cover.jpg"]