I Came from Reality into Myth

[Not a Saint, Decisive and Ruthless, Intelligent Protagonist, Not Invincible, Not a Harem, Supporting Characters Are Well-Developed]

A parallel world?

A strange book with no words has drawn me into a world ten thousand years in the future.

A bizarre cultivation system. Is it a gift of fate, or a ticket to the Reaper's doorstep?

The mirror-surfaced dining table in the Sky City, and the indescribable terror it holds.

Have I arrived in a world of Lovecraftian horror, or is this... an unprecedented hodgepodge?

My name is Zimo, one destined to be born, chosen by a "god."

Zimo comes through the red dust, a breeze brushing past the face; everyone returns from viewing the flowers with tales to tell.