Jiang Lin is a transmigrator.
In his previous life, he died in an utterly unoriginal way. He was eating instant noodles in his rented apartment while watching anime when an electric leak from his computer monitor sent him to this world.
Jiang Lin is certain that for a long time to come, influencers will turn his cause of death into cautionary videos titled “Never Charge Your Devices Like This.” At least his final puff of smoke helped raise public awareness of electrical safety.
Comforted by the thought that he had contributed to society, he arrived in this high-martial world.
Here, the humanities means studying fragments of ancient martial arts manuals. The sciences means analyzing the fluid mechanics of the human meridians and vital energy. As for P.E., never mind. P.E. classes here can get you killed.
And he, Jiang Lin, is a senior at Jiangcheng Third Martial Arts High School. He’s thoroughly ordinary, with looks slightly above average and talent that, well, has been stuck at the fourth level of Body Tempering for ages.
He thought he would just coast through high school, attend an ordinary college, then graduate and become a vital-energy courier or an internal-force pipe cleaner, doing his bit to build the city’s martial civilization.
That was until the first day of his senior year, when he awakened his golden finger.
A System that sounded seriously messed up: [Negative Emotion Collection System].
