Reborn as a Goblin

“So this is the world outside!” Sun Licheng stood dazed for a long while before finally uttering these words.

Before him stretched a silver expanse of snow and ice, with towering peaks rising in the distance. Endless snowfields shimmered beneath the sunlight, casting dazzling rays in all directions.

Sun Licheng stood atop a snowy mountain, behind him a dark, yawning cave. He exhaled softly, watching his breath immediately turn to a cloud of mist in the frigid air, lending the moment an unreal, dreamlike quality.

“Why don’t I feel cold? How odd this world is…” Sun Licheng instinctively ran a hand over his bare skin, voicing his confusion aloud.

Indeed, Sun Licheng had crossed over—he was now one among the countless legions of those who had transmigrated, and this world was clearly not the Earth, which had been beset by the troubles of global warming.

“How did I get here?” he wondered, repeating the question that had plagued him countless times.

“It must’ve started with drinking last night,” he muttered uncertainly.

Sun Licheng, a native of the imperial capital, had a gentle, virtuous wife and a mischievous son. Through hard work, he’d accumulated some modest wealth and now worked as a full-time stay-at-home dad, running a few small projects on the side. Beyond working and caring for his son, he loved the outdoors, reading web novels, and playing games—especially the “Heroes of Might and Magic” series, which he’d played obsessively for more than a decade without growing bored.

He sometimes fantasized about being a mighty wiza