My name is Long Aotian. It's so chuuni and cliched, it sounds like the name some third-rate author would give a character in a trashy novel...
And my life story is basically that of a power-fantasy protagonist.
I've got a System, lucky encounters, an old master, and a powerful background. I'm also supposed to have the worst constitution of all, and I've been through a broken engagement, had my bones stolen, and lost my spiritual roots.
I've been a transmigrator from China, a Japanese high school student, and a homeless drifter in the Land of the Free.
But... after stacking all those BUFFs... I ended up with a lunatic author...
Long Aotian glared indignantly at the author, who looked like a complete idiot, and said, "Brothers, I'll be waiting for you in the book tonight at eight!"
