Summary
I transmigrated into a beastman smut novel world where men far outnumber women.
I was starving, barely clothed, and living in squalor.
The System took pity on my miserable state and granted me a single chance:
[This is a communication privilege that can connect to any time and space. You may use it to seek help.]
I froze.
Who would help a stranger for no reason?
The System added: [You may also choose to forfeit.]
“No.”
I raised my hand and pressed the dial button without a moment’s hesitation.
“Hello? Is this the Country?”
“I am… a citizen of China.”