"A temporal maelstrom? I ran into one too. Can this thing be hereditary? My dad encountered one, and I never thought I'd run into one myself." Fang Ruitao stared at the world before him in astonishment. Fang Ruitao, the youngest son of Fang Xiaoyu, was furious about China's humiliation in modern times. Carrying his soul chip, Fengyun Nineteen, and a miniature factory, he stepped into an untested time machine. But the temporal maelstrom sent him to a fantastical world instead.
Who says the scientific technology I prepared is useless? First, let me show you what alloy steel can do. Who says a fantasy world can't have modern technology? I'll start by throwing a few dozen grenades at you. I can use battle qi too, and I have more attributes than you. What's so hard about demonic refinement? I can do that too, and better than you. Watch me surround myself with beauties and conquer the continent. I'll even knock the Demon God out of the sky, because this world was always meant to be mine.
