After transmigrating to another world, I start out with nothing but my underwear. Other people's Systems give them divine weapons, while mine only teaches middle school physics, and even calls it a "Civilization Encyclopedia."
I'm trying to survive in the wilderness and nearly starving to death, but the System just watches coldly. Once I figure things out for myself, it shows up after the fact to claim credit.
Just when I finally get started on cultivation, the shady System splits my technique into nine parts and sells them off. Ten years' worth of rations can only buy one pill.
The only bright spot is that the monkey king wants to give me a monkey wife, but I really don't need one!
Huh? A primitive tribe? Everyone in the universe speaks Mandarin. What are you gibbering about? Come on, let's go slap him twice!
The Great Dao suppresses cultivation, so I can't break through this planet's limits. No problem, we can build a rocket!
I unlock wormhole travel, but my body starts falling apart. What? You're saying my Thunder Wasteland Divine Physique can't withstand traveling at light speed?
This universe will be warped by me sooner or later.
