Lin Xiaoman, a social animal, travels to the continent of Iseland where magic is stewed. Nobles ride griffons and he chews tree bark. When others awaken to magic, he even pronounces the wrong spells.
Survive in the wasteland, chased by wild boars, carried by orcs, and the system is still trying to make trouble every day.
Fortunately, by "checking in" you can draw local specialties, the stone ax turns into a mechanical griffon, the broom can talk cross talk, and ice melon barbecue is all done with skill.
Use cold jokes to conquer the orcs, use expired magic to blow up the technology tree, and even the dragons are made of paper.
While others are farming, he builds infrastructure, while others are cultivating immortals, he creates a place for laughter. The wasteland is directly built into a happy comedian town.
Is this world unreasonable? Then he'll blow up the castle into a donut, chewing on it and laughing at the overall situation.
