After Time Travel, I Rely on Handwriting to Become a God

Chen Ji is dead. A ball of lightning reduced him to ashes. When he woke up, he stood in a transparent identification cabin. People in luminous clothes around him pointed at him: "He is a primitive man." 404 Years later, humans will hand over all their skills to AI, including those who can't write, use chopsticks, or know their way around. Chen Ji wrote the word "Chen" on the sand with his finger, and the global live broadcast of the barrage exploded. He used bamboo chopsticks to pick up peanuts, and no one on the Internet succeeded. When he walked back to his destination from memory when the navigation failed, AI experts declared: "It's impossible for humans to do this." With a monthly salary of 4,800, he will be useless in 2026. But in this future where he can't even write his name, every instinct he has becomes a miracle. The whole internet calls him the "god of handwriting" - he just wants to eat a bowl of noodles in peace, but the world wants to put him on a pedestal. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.