Thanks for asking. I'm in the cultivation world, fresh off the production line.
[Comedy, mistaken assumptions, ensemble cast, nonhuman protagonist, no System]
I'm a book, a grimoire that records Western forbidden spells, necromancy, and all kinds of prank magic.
In a world where flying swords are everywhere and people casually defy fate, I stick out like a sore thumb.
Because... my magic circuits aren't compatible with their spiritual energy system!
I taught them [Fireball], and they turned it into “human exhaust emissions (black smoke edition).”
I taught them [Mage Hand], and they turned it into “the auto-undressing divine grab.”
I taught them [3D Star Chart], and they turned themselves into “a tumble-dryer.”
I thought I was useless and destined to be stuck under a table leg.
But I never imagined these cultivators' capacity for wild assumptions would be so outrageous!
They call my doodles “the truth of the Great Dao,” my pranks “divine punishment,” and my garlic breath “the Abyss's demonic aura”!
And so I, a grimoire that only wanted to lie flat and make snarky comments, was forcibly elevated by them into “the source of the calamity that will destroy the world.”
I'm tired. Just destroy the world already.
By Lin Xiao, a grimoire they've thoroughly broken.
