Mage of the Origin

I transmigrated into a magic world as its most powerful mage, only to discover that its magical system was appallingly primitive.

Mages memorized spells by rote, wasted enormous amounts of mana, and couldn't fight as well as a fire-breathing lizard.

The original owner of this body had relied on sheer talent to dominate everyone. I decided to use Earth's knowledge of physics and chemistry to crush them with superior technology.

When an enemy army advanced on the kingdom and the king begged me to act, I quietly opened a crash course and taught farmers to use levers to launch boulders and manure pits to create explosions.

Three days later, a hundred thousand enemy soldiers were blasted into the sky by the dung pits.

The farmers across the kingdom cheered me as their new god, while the traditional mages went mad:

“You're blaspheming against magic!”

I smiled and opened Five Years of Magic, Three Years of Practice Exams:

“Don't rush. Next, we'll cover the periodic table and how to optimize spell structure.”

Just as I was getting ready to kick off a revolution in magical industrialization, a notebook written in simplified Chinese quietly appeared in the deepest forbidden section of the royal library:

“To whoever comes after me: be careful. This world was deliberately ‘designed’ this way, ”