Everyone in the Family Except Me is a Transmigrated Bigshot

Four-year-old Juanjuan was unloved by her father, ignored by her mother, and bullied by her older brothers. Left to shoulder the burden of a broken family all on her own.

Then one day, her parents and brothers went to the market and were caught in a rockslide. Man and ox-cart alike tumbled down the mountain.

But when they woke up, something was… different.

Even stranger, though their mouths never moved, Juanjuan could hear their voices loud and clear.

Mother: “Is this… ancient times?”

Father: “Holy shit! We’ve transmigrated? And to ancient times, no less! Time for me to rise to power and become a marquis!”

Eldest Brother: “Did I… ascend successfully? But why is the spiritual energy here so weak?”

Second Brother: “Damn those Di Kingdom bastards, ambushing me like that!”

Third Brother: “Finally! No more zombies. I almost forgot what fresh air smelled like.”

Curled up in the corner, little Juanjuan trembled as she listened to all this nonsense.

Life had to go on. But now, the adults in the house were constantly on edge, terrified their secrets would be exposed. After all, they couldn’t let the family know their souls had been swapped.

When troublesome relatives came knocking, Mother’s award-worthy acting skills finally had a chance to shine.

With the family dirt poor, Father secretly started building a fortune, leading them all to a life of luxury.

Juanjuan saw it with her own eyes—Eldest Brother pointed at a pebble and turned it into gold.

When they ran into bandits on the road, the usually mild-mannered Second Brother took them down one by one with a single slash each.

Only the sweet and innocent Third Brother spent his days doting on Juanjuan, sneaking her chocolates, little cakes, lollipops… and when danger struck, casually pulled out an AK-47 and took out the enemy with a single shot.

When the whole family’s covers were blown, silence fell.

It was fine. Luckily, Juanjuan didn’t know anything.