Thirty-year-old office drone and keyboard warrior Matthew spends his days trash-talking in the gaming canyon and meticulously deleting junk ads from his inbox. But after opening an email about a “scam game’s closed beta,” he blinks and finds himself transmigrated into a Cultivation world, with an SSR-tier immortal hero avatar he customized himself, stacked with buffs. He starts at the Core Formation stage, wielding wild, flashy lightning techniques, with an eight-pack so blinding it could put titanium-alloy dog eyes at risk!
With the System at his side and the shop at his fingertips, he figured he’d be able to punch his way through the South Mountain Retirement Home, kick his way through the North Sea Kindergarten, surround himself with beauties, and reach the peak of life...
But who the hell knew that no matter how handsome the avatar or how high his cultivation, inside he’d still be the socially awkward shut-in who can’t hold a conversation and only blurts out, ‘What the hell is that thing?!’ whenever trouble strikes?
Faced with the natives, including rabbit-shaped beasts, burly tribesmen, and a few not-so-bright villains, all looking at him with either worship or terror, he just wants to curl up in a corner with his keyboard and draw circles. Then he anonymously types into the System chat: ‘Um... this big-shot aura is too much for me. How do I gracefully keep my head down until the end? Anyone there? I’m kind of in a hurry!’
High-energy warning! Attention, NPCs of the other world: that Immortal Venerable who looks so handsome he makes your knees buckle and radiates an eight-foot aura is really just a passing keyboard warrior who loves peace (not really) and snarky comments. Friendly reminder: he’s bound to an automatic face-slapping aura, so think twice before picking a fight!
