Traveling through another world, I inherited a closed bookstore.
I wanted to sell some miscellaneous books to make a living, but I found that as long as I understood them thoroughly, Chinese myths and idioms could become sacred in this world.
So, when you sell "Metallurgy", strange patterns appear on the sword in the blacksmith shop; when you recite "Tao Te Ching", the whispers of evil spirits disappear.
They called me a sage and prayed for knowledge; they regarded me as a heretic and wanted to burn me at the stake.
No one knows, and every time the saint appears, my memory of my hometown becomes blurry.
When Kunpeng's shadow covers the royal city, when Xingtian's fighting spirit tears apart the oracle...
I sat in the bookstore, wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, and looked at the room full of books.
I just want to go home.
But the road home needs to be paved with the knowledge of the entire other world.
So... Civilization was martyred because of me.
But I really don't want to become a martyr of civilization!
