I studied civil engineering, and I transmigrated.
I transmigrated to a cultivation world, only to arrive just as the “Old Gods’ Invasion” began. Those indescribable monsters barely feel a thing when cultivators hit them with spells.
And to make matters worse, the System I awakened isn’t for cultivation. It’s for construction.
A senior disciple at the sect sneers, “Gao Taigou? You’re lower than a dog, a good-for-nothing. All you do is dig dirt and haul bricks. What future could you possibly have?”
I quietly watch the countdown on my System panel:
37 years until the Dark Age begins.
I wait.
While others cultivate, I lay bricks.
While others compete, I take on the dirty, exhausting jobs of clearing out beast hordes.
While others mock me, I quietly save points to buy blueprints.
Thirty-seven years later:
As the Old Ones’ followers blot out the sky and sweep across the continent, as the sect’s grand formations crumble like paper, as the entire cultivation world wails in despair,
my tower city slowly raises its first artillery platform.
“Come on, let me show you what it means to be outclassed by civil engineering.”
