Su Bai pulls an all-nighter and dies suddenly. When he opens his eyes, he's almost become a monster's midnight snack! In desperation, he shouts, “Help!” and a divine thunderbolt drops from the sky, instantly killing the monster!? To his horror, he discovers that in this other world, where magic spells are long and convoluted, every Chinese word he speaks is a **“forbidden spell”** that makes his words reality!
“Stop chasing me!” A landslide appears. “Blind them!” Fluorescent herbs are harvested in a flash. “Reflect!” The mage gets a taste of his own spell… Su Bai only wanted to keep a low profile, but is forced to become a walking “nuclear weapon of trash talk.” He enrolls at a magic academy and reads aloud, “Passing grade,” during the entrance test. The crystal ball explodes on the spot! In theory class, he explains magic using “the principle of the lever,” leaving the professors questioning their lives. At the arena, he shouts, “Come at me!” and his opponent really does fly over and eat dirt… He ends up with a crowd of devoted admirers, the attention of his mentors, and a whole bunch of unlucky people who want to expose him (or kill him).
But when the “Chinese forbidden spells” become famous across the continent, when one “invulnerable to blades and spears” makes his allies invincible on the battlefield, and when he recites the “Song of Righteousness” before an evil god, summoning the majestic might of heaven… Su Bai finally touches upon the cruel truth: Chinese is actually the world's sealed **“source code of creation”**! Native magic is nothing but an inefficient pirated copy! As a native speaker, he naturally has the highest administrator privileges.
With every faction scrambling to recruit, imprison, or assassinate him, and ancient gods and outer-dimension fiends seeking to devour the world and shouting, “For the Horde!”… Su Bai, forced into invincibility, can only grab the ultimate edition of the "Xinhua Dictionary" and save the world with the most absurd verbal attacks: “No more nested stories!” “The final right of interpretation belongs to me!” “Begone, evil god! Go home and grow sweet potatoes!”
