After I Transmigrated, I Became a Legend Through Handwriting

Chen Ji died. A ball lightning bolt struck him and burned him to a crisp. When he woke up, he was standing inside a transparent examination pod. People in glowing clothes pointed at him and said, "He's a primitive."

Four hundred and four years later, humanity has handed every skill over to AI. People can't write, use chopsticks, or find their way around. Chen Ji writes the character "Chen" in the sand with his finger, and the global livestream's comments explode. He picks up peanuts with bamboo chopsticks, and nobody online can match him. When navigation fails, he finds his way back from memory, and an AI expert announces, "Humans can't do that."

He earned 4,800 yuan a month and was considered useless in 2026. But in a future where people can't even write their own names, every one of his instincts has become a miracle. The whole internet calls him the "God of Handwriting." He just wants to enjoy a quiet bowl of noodles, but the world insists on putting him on a pedestal.

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