Tu Xuan is an ordinary transmigrator with no golden finger or talent. After more than ten years of cultivation, his golden finger finally appears...
“What do you mean, it’s perfectly normal for a spellcaster to learn some martial arts for self-defense?”
In the dungeon, Tu Xuan’s teammates stare in confusion at the boss he just punched down in a few blows.
“So you’re saying these spirit treasures you made all have rule-based powers?”
At the Artifact Peak, the forging elder looks at the crudely made little knife in his hand, just as baffled.
(A new writer and a new book. The pacing still needs work, so I’m adjusting it.)
