[No System + No Golden Finger + A wholesome, carefully crafted story] Read with confidence.
After transmigrating into an inconspicuous, scruffy-haired monkey on Flower-Fruit Mountain, I discover that every corner of this Journey to the West world is steeped in strangeness. The sermons bathed in Buddha's light conceal indoctrination; the celestial wine bestowed by Heaven comes mixed with shackles; even the birth of the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, is the fruit of careful cultivation by three factions. While all the gods and Buddhas await the stone monkey's scripted arrival, only my modern monkey eyes see the three shadows hovering behind the waterfall, and understand the undying ember of the human emperor buried deep within the bones. They are directing this grand pilgrimage westward, so in this fated game of chess, I will be the variable that flips the board.
