After transmigrating to another world, I inherited a bookstore that was going out of business.
I planned to sell a few books to make ends meet, only to discover that if I understood them deeply enough, Chinese mythology and idioms could manifest in this world.
So I sold Metallurgy, and strange patterns appeared on the swords in the blacksmith's shop. I recited the Tao Te Ching, and the evil god's whispers vanished without a trace.
They called me a sage and begged for knowledge; they branded me a heretic and wanted to burn me at the stake.
No one knew that each time I made something manifest, my memories of home grew a little hazier.
When the shadow of Kunpeng blotted out the royal city, when Xing Tian's warlike spirit tore through divine revelations...
I sat in the bookstore, wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth as I looked at the books filling the room.
I only want to go home.
But the road home must be paved with the understanding of this entire world.
And so... civilization laid down its life for me.
But I never wanted to become a martyr for civilization!
