I’m a physics graduate student, forced to travel back and forth between the modern city and a high-martial world.
Other people cultivate through talent. I rely on data analysis and optimized methods.
Late one night in the laboratory, a rift sucked me into another world.
Here, spiritual energy surged through the skies and demon beasts ran wild, while cultivators pursued the elusive “Great Dao.”
But what appeared before my eyes was:
[Cultivation technique, Qi Guiding Art: 43% of the circulation path is redundant. Removing it will double efficiency.]
[Weak point in the energy flow of your opponent’s move: three inches below the left ribs. The opening lasts 0.3 seconds.]
[Current ambient spirit energy: 1.8 times the standard level. Recommended breathing rate: nine breaths per minute.]
With scientific thinking, I deconstructed their mysticism.
With experimentation, I optimized their traditions.
They saw me as a heretic and called me the “Demon of Truth.”
Only when spiritual energy far beyond my cultivation level gathered at my fingertips and an apparition capable of analyzing all the laws of nature appeared behind me
did they finally understand: when science collides with immortal martial arts, the dimensional crushing has only just begun.
But the true horror lurks in the gap between the two worlds.
Why can only certain people travel between them?
Who is watching from beyond the rift?
When the “truth” I calculated touches the deepest secrets of both worlds
a whisper begins to echo in the darkness beside my ear:
“The way you analyze the rules... reminds me of the first toy I ever took apart.”
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