A cultivation mage///After transmigrating to a world of magic, Gu Shu senses that something is wrong.
Fragments of memories that should not exist keep surfacing in his mind. A casual punch hits harder than a fireball, and even the old short sword his father left behind inexplicably grows hot. Everyone around him brushes it all off as “exceptional talent.”
Then magical beasts flatten his hometown. Then Na Ya, the magical girl he “happened” to save, insists on traveling with him. Then every coincidence begins to fit together... Gu Shu writes down the forty-seventh anomaly in his notebook, then burns it.
He starts pretending to believe in this world's logic, playing along and diligently studying its inefficient magic. He answers his professors' astonishment with a bashful smile. In secret, he cultivates using breathing techniques from his memories of immortal cultivation, improves potions with alchemical principles, and grumbles to himself: “A spell that takes three minutes to chant? I could form ten hand seals in that time.”
He has no idea that all of this is part of a plan laid seven hundred centuries ago. The Pope is manipulating the recovery of his memories from behind the scenes. Na Ya is a carefully placed pawn in an emotional scheme, and every crisis is a meticulously designed catalyst for his growth.
When the truth finally crashes down like an avalanche, Gu Shu takes hold of the sword that has been growing hot all along. He looks at the girl before him, weeping as she confesses, and at the smug smile of the mastermind. Then he says just one thing:
“Did you forget? The memories you gave me were never what made me who I am.”
“It was me. In every reincarnation, I chose my own reason to come back.”
Very pretty,