The Messenger c1 part1

I am translating the first chapter as this book's chapters are quite short! Plus I'm on a 2 day holiday because it's Chinese New Year! Well actually I have quite a bit of homework to catch up on cuz I had food poisoning hahaha. Had to get a jab to stop the vomitting. Luckily I recovered in time to eat all the new year goodies muahahaha ＼(≧▽≦)／

Gui (spirit/ghost) tou (head) dage (older brother)

[2] In the underworld, dead souls have to drink this to forget everything about their past lives before reincarnation.

[4] Ancient unlined long gown worn by men.

Chapter 1 Part 1

I'm a (spirit) messenger.

Strictly speaking, I cannot be considered an official messenger yet.

I am a messenger who has just passed my training and am currently on trial. After three months of training, because I'm often daydreaming during lessons, I am still not sure if I'm competent enough to be a messenger. Luckily gui tou da ge [1] told me that the underworld has to receive thousands of dead souls everyday, so if I am truly unsuited for this job, there would be many replacements and I need not stress myself up.

This is probably the underworld's unique way of comforting people.

When I was alive, I was very ordinary and did not manage to get into high school. After graduating from middle school I immediately set foot into the working force and was like a tiny screw in the huge factory. This screw worked for ten years as if it was a day (meaning she continued everyday like it was exactly the same), doing product labelling for a living. The days I asked for leave could be counted on my fingers. I went to blind dates a few times but eventually still nobody fancied me. Therefore, in an accident, I lost my life when I just became 29, abandoning my mother to come alone to the underworld.

When I first came, I thought that I had time travelled, that accident was simply too tragic, scattering my soul, and I did not wake up for a long time. When I woke up, I found myself lying in a log cabin with a glazed tile roof, layers of white gauze encircled, on the bamboo chair a set of fine gauze rainbow skirt, obviously not from my time period.

After some consideration, I started to believe that I must have time travelled. The more ordinary you are, the more deserving you are to time travel and the higher the chances of time travelling. For such ordinary people like me, no matter what we do, we ought not to die such an untimely death, I should be doing more a heroic things in another time period, allowing all the handsome young men to fall in love with me, then would I be able to live my remaining life gloriously.

That is why when gui da ge entered the log cabin, I acted like I was at a loss and the first sentence I spoke to him was, "Who are you? I think I have lost my memory." When time travelling, the most conventional and necessary excuse was: Memory loss.

This is the start of everything, pity it is not my starting, I did not time travel and I really did die.

It turns out that I really did die, even though I was so embarrassed I could even think of dying again.

Chapter end