It was quite the turn of events really. One moment she was dreaming about some random Karen’s house who had a weird way of organizing candy, and the next she was in an old, rotting, probably cheap, coffin. 

For one thing, she was really disappointed. She thought that she would at least get buried in a coffin that had some anti-rot stuff on it. Sure, she wasn’t a money maker and her life insurance, retirement funds, and savings was as much as the next person, but she at least thought her family would pull together and get her a decent coffin. Like, they really had the audacity to do this to her after all of the money she loaned out. She had the thought of raising herself from the dead just to give them a piece of her mind. Though, after having the thought, she found doing such a thing too much work and let it go.

You see, she wasn’t much of a hard worker, nor did she really have the energy to care about many things. Of course, that didn’t stop her from caring at the moment. But, though she wasn’t a hard worker and never really tried her best at anything, she still managed to not end up on the side of the road. She managed to live a decent, average life despite everything. 

Everything like school, for example. It was to learn and groom kids into being good, functioning adults. But it was stressful and gave kid’s anxiety, depression, and all sorts of other mental issues that they hid with smiles and coped by using toxins because men don’t cry and, “It’s your fault for wearing that.” 

Then, there were the expectations pushed onto them that added to the depression and anxiety, and the social norms that stopped them from being who they wanted to be. Basically, they were oppressed, and being kids, their opinions were seen as irrelevant because they were young and knew nothing. When in reality, they knew more than a standard adult from the 1900’s. 

And let’s not forget the most important thing of social media that portrayed exactly what they should be and advertised the bad coping methods like drugs and alcohol. Not only that, the social expectation was impossible to reach even when you push yourself close to dying every second of the day. 

For girls, it was to be pretty but not so much that they overshadow other girls, skinny but not to the point where they look unhealthy, smart but never smarter than their partner, and kind but not so much that they seem like a pushover. 

For guys, it was to be muscled but not too bulky that muscles would get in the way, and a nice jawline that wasn’t so sharp that it seemed to come to a point. They were supposed to be emotional but not to the point of them seeming vulnerable because being a bitch was unacceptable. It was one unrealistic expectation piled on top of another.

Either way, all of that was put onto them as children, making her generation the most stressed, mentally ill, and well informed generation ever to be seen. But, if there was one great thing about the whole situation, it was that if they made it through, they had the best sense of humor.

With all that, waking up in a coffin, rather than causing a mental breakdown or panic, was a good moment to crack a few jokes. Especially after the dream she had. But, she really didn’t feel like cracking any.

“Well damn. Now I know why vampires love these so much,” she said then turned on her side, curled up as much as she could, and went back to sleep hoping to have another entertaining dream about ninja turtles and Karen’s.

“This is my life now,” she said, waking up in the same coffin environment. Then, she laid there for a minute, thinking, “Should I…But I really don’t want to…But, I mean…”

She was thinking about whether she should get out of the coffin. Honestly, she wanted to, but that was a lot of work. She was going to have to get the top of the coffin off, but there was a whole bunch of dirt which was probably compacted which meant that it was really heavy. She wasn’t really one to lift weights or work out, so actually lifting that was out of the question. But, that didn’t mean she couldn’t give it a try. Plus, seeing as her body wasn’t that stiff, she hadn’t been buried for a long time so the dirt wasn’t that compact. 

Gosh, she really had to wonder how zombies raised from their graves with 6 feet of compact dirt on them plus a wooden coffin lid. 

“If they can do all that while starving, they oughta be the strongest monsters out there, for real.”

Yet, they were only considered to be threatening when in groups. She thought with the energy just one had to get out of their graves alone was enough of a threat. But, they were still individually weak like she was. So, if a weak zombie could do it, she could at least try to get out.

Coming to such a conclusion, when thinking about zombies, she turned her body to lay on her back again. Her hands touched the coffin lid, and she pushed. Her cheeks were puffed out showing how hard she tried. Her facial muscles tensed, and her mouth closed because she didn’t want to eat an actual mouthful of dirt.

So she pushed. And pushed and pushed, and pushed some more, until she felt the cool dirt hitting her face. 

Then, before her weak arms gave out and the air she had disappeared, she pushed the lid to the side letting the coffin fill with dirt. 

Now, she was at a stand still. The only air she had was in her lungs, and her arms were already tired from moving the lid. Yet, she still had to find a way out of all the dirt. She had to move her arms and legs through the dirt, but she was already tired. 

Despite everything she went through, she found that her mental state was, she wouldn’t say weaker, more like, lazier than others. Her brain tired out faster than most people which was why she took a nap as soon as she figured out where she was. Plus, she really hated pushing herself. It just wasn’t her thing. But, right now, she didn’t have a choice, did she?

Though, there was a problem. How do you dig out of dirt? She knew how to get a car out of a mud pile, but not how a human was to swim up from dirt. Well, she was in a desperate situation, so it didn’t hurt to try the few stupid ideas she had. Which was zero, because she knew what happened when you get stuck in quicksand. There was a reason why no one could get out of quicksand when fully submerged. It was like being surrounded by air. There was no stable platform to be stood upon, so you were stuck doing, if you’re in the sky, falling. 

Her case was similar, it was just that she was stuck suffocating. So either way, whether she stayed in the coffin or not, she was going to die from either a lack of oxygen or starvation, dehydration, the lack of sun, disease, really anything. There’s a long list. But the most important part was that she was going to die right after she was revived. 

First of all, who thought it was a good idea to revive a person in a coffin, six feet in the ground, with no way of getting out. Honestly, they had to be stupid or something. Like, if you’re going to revive someone, at least do it while they're at the mortuary before getting embalmed. The chances of living after that are higher. Well, a little higher, but still better than suffocating in dirt. Either way, whoever thought this was a good idea, it wasn’t, and if they really thought it was, they need a reality check.

Second of all, they’ve got this poor, mentally ill, distressed, young lady who hadn’t even reached her 30th birthday in the ground suffocating in dirt. And even though she had a body dysmorphic disorder, hypoactive sexual desire disorder, and an eating disorder, they still thought it would be funny to let her die of one of the worst ways possible. Plus, she hasn’t even gotten to check if her favorite manhwa and novel authors updated yet. One of them even left on the biggest cliffhanger of the MC meeting all of these bigshots at a banquet. Plus, she knew what happened after having been waiting for it to be drawn out for three years!

FUCK!

If she could scream, she would. As loud as she could, so that everyone would know that she was alive again. Though, if they really held her funeral already and distributed her items, she hoped no one went through her bookmarks on those fanfiction sites or go through her phone in general. The nice, normal image she showed would crumble if anyone did. Well, except to her bestie that had an addiction to c.ai. If someone got her phone, and the logins to everything on it, she would give it to her bestie.

I really should have written a will saying that.

Well, shit. Nothing she could do about it now. Guess it was better if she just died, so she wouldn’t have to suffer the humiliation of every rated-R, phycological, all round bad shit on her phone. 

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Thinking back on it, she was quite surprised that she turned out to be a normal, okay person, on the outside at least. And that’s all that matters.

Now that she thought about it, there were worse ways to die. Like being burned alive. It would hurt like hell being alive while skin bubbled off the body. Besides, if she really was going to live again, nothing would be different. It would be the same factory-like schedule that was insanely boring. 

She would wake up at 6:10 am, brush her teeth, shower, do her hair, get dressed, then go to work for eight hours. After, she would go home, change to her pjs, put the dishes away, cook dinner, eat dinner, wash the dishes, then read novels and manhwa with a show in the background until she fell asleep. And, she didn’t have any friends to hang with because they were all hanging with their partners or lived thousands of miles away from her. It was boring, and if she went back to that life, nothing would change. Nothing would be different.

She wasn’t the MC of a super cool novel who saved the world, got a harem, or just had a sweet love story. She was a boring, average, normal person. She was as smart as everyone else. As cunning as everyone else. As pretty, skinny, and funny as everyone else. There was nothing special about her. 

So, she had to wonder, what was the point of living again when nothing was going to change? When she was going to keep crying herself to sleep once a month because of how she didn’t want to be hated?

At some point, the boring, unchanging, normal life was agonizing. Then, once death hits, one would find that living wasn’t amazing as it was cut out to be. So maybe, dying here was just better than seeing the disease causing sun again. Better then having to fight for your life in a fucked, unfair financial economy with unrealistic social norms. It was bad to think this way, and she knew it was, but it just seemed better to suffocate among the normal, average clumps of dirt.

So, rather than trying to come up with different ideas to get out of the dirt, she just smiled. Satisfied. She closed her eyes and thought, at least I had a funny dream earlier.

Then, as though god was telling her not to die, and all the conclusions she came to were false and rushed, and she only thought that because she was in a bad situation and totally hasn’t thought that way for a while, she heard the movement of the dirt, felt two hands grab her from under the arms, and her body was pulled out of the brown, cool dirt to the warm, bright, upper ground. 

“Well, you are an interesting thing.”

Actually, maybe some of what she thought really was rushed and false, and only said because she was in a desperate situation. 

Because tell me why, this fine ass guy in traditional Chinese clothes just picked me up like I was nothing!? 

But, why could she understand him? She did take four years of Chinese when she was in high school, but she never used it after, so she forgot a lot of it. Plus, everyone in that class knew that the only reason they made the good grades was because of the translations apps they used for assignments and tests. Still, she remembered some of the simple words like "Hello," "How are you," and "I'm sleepy." However, she understood it perfectly. Like, last time she checked she was a born and bred American. She was the type to joke and say "My pronouns are U-S-A! Caw, caw," despite all the controversy and hate.

Hold on, more importantly, she looked around, why was she buried in such an open space. Like, did her family not even have enough money to put her in a graveyard? What was going on here? 

There was traditional Chinese clothing. Her understanding of another language perfectly. This fine looking guy in front of her. She was sure that this was…

Everything turned black. She ended up falling asleep from the overwork before figuring out what was going on.

Opening her eyes again, she found herself laying down in a run down place with a falling-in roof. She found the sun shining through the missing parts of the roof, and when she turned on her side attempting to fall asleep, she saw a large statue. Interested, she got up and backed up. Like she thought, it was a statue that was falling apart. It was a statue of a deity with flowing clothes and half a face. It was something that she’s only seen drawn in some historical frames, and like she always thought, it was amazing in person. Though it was falling apart, she could see the hard work the crafter put into the statue, and wondered how beautiful it looked right after the final carve was made. She smiled just thinking about it, but she couldn't stop feeling the tight feeling on her neck. The feeling that had been there ever since she woke up in that casket. She ignored it at first, but now that she knew she was going to live a little longer, she had to figure out what was causing this. 

She touched her neck and found that there were little bumps in her skin. Not wanting to pick at because she didn’t know what it was, she went outside trying to find something that could show her a reflection. But, as soon as she got outside, she turned around and walked right back inside of the broken down shrine because she was too lazy to go out looking for a river or something. She’d rather just go back to sleep and figure out what was going on with her when she figured it out. 

She walked around the shrine trying to find the darkest and confined place in the place. But, there was no such place. She looked behind the stature, everywhere, and found nothing. It made her wish that she had a tenor quad case. She remembered skipping classes all the time while sleeping in one of those. They were just so comfortable in that dark plastic drum holder, and the only reason why she stayed in band all four of her high school years. She was so committed to that case that she had a blanket in the case and a little pillow in her bag. Of course, she got permission to sleep in the case since, because she slept in it so much, the case belonged to her while the drum belonged to whoever used it. 

However, with no comfortable place to fall asleep again, she settled with sitting behind the crumbling statue against its base. It was the most comfortable place she found in the shrine. Also, it was a good place to think about what she was going to do next.

Should she wait here for a little longer and see if that guy who pulled her out of the ground walked in? Or should she start her own journey with no nomad experience? Both were risky really. Seeing this old broken down shrine, on top of everything else she experienced, she finally had the energy to conclude that she had been transmigrated. Though she had no idea what she looked like. When she looked at her feet and hands, they were a medium size so she guessed that she was a teen. The past owner of the body was kind enough to even leave their memories behind, so she concluded that this body's owner had a normal, average life as she did. Although, the ending was spiced up a little. 

See, at the end of her life. She ended up getting a demonic cultivation book, studied it for a bit, and used it to switch her soul with someone else's. But, apparently, it didn’t work, and the little girl, being found in the middle of a demonic arts circle, ended up getting her head chopped off. Then again, it turns out the spell really did work because now there was a 24 year old adult in the child’s body that died. It also explained why the neck of this body had a lot of bumps and felt tight. It was because the head was sewn back onto the body to stop from the souls unrest.

“This is straight out of a novel or something.”

Did God really pity her normal life enough that he wanted her to at least feel like a novel protagonist? Wow, was really the only thought she had when coming to that. But then again, she should be grateful for the spell's delayed effect because she would’ve died in the body as soon as she got in it, so that was something.

She also found the name of the body. At least what it was called. Either way, she found it mid and deemed herself Yun (雲) because the mantra in her past life was, “What happens, happens. I’ll get over it.” Which she found was like the clouds in the sky that went wherever the wind pushed them. Plus, it was easier to write, at least the simplified character was. Though, now that she thought about it, simplified characters weren’t created until the 1900’s, so it was going to be a lot of work having to write everything neatly using the correct line order. And pencils weren’t a thing, so if she was going to write something she would have to learn calligraphy. 

“Why is it that when you die, you suddenly find that you have more shit to do?”

All she wanted was a leisurely life with a few ups and downs. Really, that’s it. She didn’t need this new material to learn. Now that she thought about it, commoners, a.k.a pheasants, plebians, and all those other fancy words, didn’t know how to read and write in the first place, and their jobs didn’t require it. So, all in all, she didn’t have to learn anything. Actually, scratch that, she still had to become someone’s apprentice and learn their trade so she could use it to make a living. And, using knowledge from her past life wouldn’t work because it would seem demonic, and she wasn’t a genius who remembers the scientific formula to make medicine. Again, Yun was an average person who hated being an overachiever because it was too much work.

Thinking about all this, she sighed, “It would’ve just been better to suffocate in dirt. At least that took less energy than all this.”

But, Yun had her own ideology that she followed since the day she was born. If it happens, it happens. So, her dying was going to happen someday, so why use energy to rush it. That same ideology applied to life. Whatever it was, was going to happen someday, so don’t waste energy trying to get there faster. That was just how she lived, and she wasn’t going to change that just because of a little body switch.

Yun stretched herself out again, and got up. She didn’t want to, but it was best to move while the sun was still up. And since there was an abandoned shrine here, there was bound to be a village somewhere in the area. She also felt grimy and dirty, so she wanted to find somewhere to wash up. Truth be told, she surprised herself for not throwing a fit because she felt dirty and smelly the entire time. Yun remembered that, when she was younger, she would get annoyed if she had to leave her house without taking a shower, but it was unfortunate that she wasn’t going to have an easy time washing up anymore. Yun sighed again, “Life is tough.”

Then she stepped out from behind the statue and did a whole 180.

“Actually, life seems better than I thought it was.”

When she stepped out from behind the statue, there was a nice, big, wooden barrel in the center of the shrine looking like a great bathing place. Was this going to be in front of some divine statue? Sure, but any longer without a bath, and Yun was going to go insane. So, she stripped and hopped right in. Thankfully, it wasn’t cold water.