My Girlfriend Stabbed Me in the Back and Stole My Pen, Then I Became a Great Demon

He transmigrates into a fantasy world as a frail painter, too weak to swat a chicken and liable to drop dead at any moment?

Don’t panic! With a divine brush in hand, anything he paints becomes real!

A peak Spirit Awakening cultivator is so powerful? One stroke, and he paints an AK-47. Three hundred meters away, a shot rings out and the target drops. Now you know what equality among all beings means!

A Spirit Gathering immortal can fly on a sword? He whips out an RPG launcher. One shot, and even an immortal will kneel and sing his praises!

While everyone else uses spells to fight demonic beasts, I’m forced to use physics to set traps.

The result: I use the law of the lever to kill one with a counterattack, only to be mistaken for a fat sheep carrying a treasure by a passing Spirit Gathering assassin.

Ghost Spirit Sect assassin: “This guy can kill demonic beasts above his level. He must be carrying a priceless treasure! Get him!”

While everyone else relies on hidden trump cards in a magical duel, I quietly pull out an RPG.

The result: One shot, and the Ghost King is instantly killed! The elders are all struck dumb on the spot, questioning their entire existence.

Flamefire Sect elder: “Fellow Daoist… what is that tubular magical weapon of yours? How can it be so terrifying?”

Qin Hao: (sighs) “That’s what I’m saying. Art really can change the world.”

Everyone: “??? What does this have to do with art?!”