I Fabricated a Spiritual Qi Revival, and the Nation Believed Me

I serialized a flop web novel online called The Rise of the Demonic Path.

In the story, I made up a cultivation technique for "drawing baleful energy into the body." Then some chuunibyou kid actually practiced it and produced the first wisp of demonic energy.

I invented the "ruins of an ancient demonic sect" and casually buried a scrap of iron there. It really did become a peerless demonic weapon, coveted by everyone and capable of destroying Heaven and Earth.

And so the world went mad.

I casually wrote that "a great opportunity lies here," and the next day local housing prices skyrocketed.

I sketched a map of a "heavenly paradise" on a whim, and the government classified it as top secret and stationed troops to guard it.

The world's most powerful conglomerates, experts, and organizations are all frantically searching for me, the nonexistent "Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation."

They don't know that the so-called struggle between good and evil is a script I wrote;

The so-called opportunities and destiny are just doodles of mine.

I am the only transcendent being of this age.

And I am the source of all the others.