A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality: My Eyes of Analysis

“I’d just transmigrated, and seeing everyone in the cultivation world working 996 hours, my overworked office-worker DNA kicked in. I decided on the spot to lie flat! But then my right eye suddenly mutated. Cultivation techniques? One glance, and I can spot all their flaws! Pill recipes? I only need to read them once to produce a perfect improved version! Ancient killing formations? Just let me fire up a minesweeper! The whole sect thinks I’m a hidden master. Only I know I’m just a ‘theory expert’ who wants to clock out on time!”