Other people transmigrate and become kings. I transmigrated and became the King of Magic in a mental hospital.
The attending physician held out a pill. “You're new here. Take your medicine.”
I glanced at the little white pill and didn't take it. Instead, I used the sunflower seed shells left over from yesterday to arrange a crooked pattern on the bedside table.
That night, every security camera in the hospital went static for three seconds.
Old Li, one of the patients, adjusted his nonexistent glasses and pulled out An Introduction to Quantum Mechanics. “Young man, the energy conversion rate in your array is off. It's far too inefficient!”
The next day, Dr. Jiang took a few extra looks at me during her rounds. A star had appeared after my codename on the chart in her hands.
I secretly recovered a trace of my magical power and planned to trick this group of “gifted” patients into going outside for some fresh air
Then I caught sight of Dr. Jiang's computer screen, which she hadn't quite closed:
“Target ‘King of Magic’ has triggered Clause Seven of the Observation Protocol.”
“Qingshan Mental Hospital is hereby placed on standby for ‘Mythical Revival.’”
She suddenly took off her glasses. Deep in her pupils, a golden glimmer flashed and vanished:
“Don't rush off. This is where the story begins.”
