They Fell to Earth Eighty Years Ago and Call Me Grandpa Fu: Hello!

His granddaughter is vain and has borrowed from loan sharks. Now debt collectors have come to the door to demand repayment.

With no other choice, she tells the debt collectors to open the locked cellar where her grandfather keeps his money.

But then...

Down in the cellar, the debt collectors discover impossibly heavy knives, spears, swords, halberds, pots, bowls, and other objects that no one can lift; strange bamboo slips they can't decipher; and armor gleaming with golden light.

There's also a book of stories written with a brush.

The debt collectors open to the first page. It reads:

"In truth, coming to this planet called Earth could be called my misfortune. This is a barren planet with no spiritual energy and no cultivators. For cultivators like us, the lack of spiritual energy makes cultivation difficult. But it was also fortunate: in this interstellar war, I was lucky enough not to die as cannon fodder. I was shot from my celestial horse chariot and fell to Earth, where I survived. That gave me the chance to learn Earth's written language and use the paper found here to write down..."

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