I was once a disciple of the immortal sect on Tianji Mountain, able to snuff out stars with a thought and bring all things to life with a glance.
When I opened my eyes again, I had become a poor college student, crushed under the heel of a rich second-generation heir and unable to afford tuition.
Faced with this frail mortal body, so weak that staying up late could kill me, I could only sigh helplessly. My body's weak, sure, but my soul is powerful.
From then on, the whole world started acting strangely…
Why are those ancient martial arts masters, powerful espers, and even great beings from antiquity so ridiculously weak?
And you peerless beauties who keep clinging to me, please calm down. All I did was change your fate!
