A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality: It Starts with Touching a Female Cultivator's Corpse

Lin Mu, a drone technology student who had failed his courses, stayed up all night and died suddenly. His soul crossed over into a perilous world of immortal cultivation. Deep in a rent crisis from the start, he had no choice but to head to a mass grave, hoping to scavenge some “foreign goods.”

One was an upright disciple of a prestigious sect. The other was a bewitching enchantress of the demonic path.

He won, taking only her storage pouch with open honesty and refusing to search her body, a perfect display of the righteous path’s noble bearing.

Then he left.

Then I showed up.

I, Lin Mu, stripped her bare.

Then I found a copy of The Supreme Yin Corpse Refining Manual, and after that, I refined the enchantress into a corpse puppet.

Others cultivate immortality through talent. I do it with technical knowledge! They refine corpses with yin energy and blood sacrifices, inching toward madness. I refine corpses with drone remote-control principles, signal relays, and explosive payload equations! While demonic overlords are still congratulating themselves over their Corpse King’s punches and kicks, my “Corpse-Blast Drones” have already mastered swarm charges and saturation attacks. When righteous prodigies chase me for thousands of miles on their flying swords, they have no idea that I’ve already tapped their sect’s entire plan through my “corpse relay network,” while my real body sips tea and watches the show ten thousand miles away.

This is the story of a drone-loving nerd who treats the entire cultivation world like a strategy game, waging information warfare against it.