You Said We Were Training in Martial Arts, So Why Are You Using Logic to Dimensionality-Reduce Us?

Su Mingzhe transmigrates into the world of cultivation, becoming a good-for-nothing chosen for sacrifice.

Facing a mine spirit's claws, the AI in his mind suddenly activates:

Warning! Conceptual entity "mine spirit" detected. Weakness: self-referential paradox.

Deconstruction method: existentialism's "existence precedes essence."

He smiles.

Later, at the Daoist debate tournament, a prodigy of the Supreme Dao Sect strikes with his sword. "You practice heresy. What makes you think you're worthy of debating the Dao?"

Su Mingzhe raises a hand, and a data panel appears:

Thirteen flaws detected in the Supreme Sword Art.

Recommended countermeasure: Gödel's incompleteness theorems.

The prodigy's Daoist heart shatters before a single sword is drawn.

Later still, the Heavenly Dao's avatar descends. "Heretic, you must die!"

Su Mingzhe pushes up his nonexistent glasses.

"Your underlying code has 372 bugs."

"Now, let me patch you..."

That day, every cultivation technique in the realm upgrades automatically.

The gods and Buddhas in the skies stare at their optimized techniques, trembling.

"Who... is he, really?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.