Lord of the Mystic Patterns

My name is Tang Yunshu. In my previous life, I had just published a cover paper in Nature; in this life, I became a cripple in the Great Yin Dynasty, my mystic markings completely destroyed.

They said mystic markings were gifts from the gods, to be understood through devout contemplation. But all I saw were twisted mathematical formulas and physical laws full of flaws. In the imperial examination hall, I casually corrected a foundational mystic marking that had been passed down for a thousand years. The chief examiner turned pale and said I had blasphemed against the sacred path. On the frontier battlefield, I used a “Maxwell mystic marking” to summon heavenly thunder from the nine skies, wiping out a million-strong barbarian army. The Imperial Preceptor branded me a demon. They were all wrong. I am neither a blasphemer nor a monster. I am simply a repairman who discovered a flaw in the world.

With beautiful women at my side, Lin Xuezhao works behind the scenes for me within the system, Su Jiuniang risks her life for me in the martial world, and Tantai Mingyue helps me uncover the truth about the ancient shamans. My mentors protect me, my grandfather burns through his life force to pave my way, and Li Qingshan stakes his lifelong reputation on validating my theories. But I gradually discover that the mystic-marking system of this world is nothing more than a huge “safe mode.” The “reset” that happens every five hundred years is a cold-blooded system reboot. And what people call ascension is merely permission to enter the “developer backend.”

Now the countdown to the next reset has begun. Chancellor Zhao Weiqing wants me dead to preserve orthodoxy. The Imperial Preceptor, Xuantianzi, wants to refine me in pursuit of immortality. The barbarian high priest wants to devour me and seize the code. Fine. Bring it on. I will use heaven and earth as paper and my soul as ink to rewrite the world’s underlying logic. I will prove to those lofty “administrators” that human civilization should never be data in any program, waiting to be formatted at will.