After transmigrating to a cultivation world with a rigid class system, Lin Mu becomes a lowly mining laborer, a life worth less than grass.
The great sects monopolize everything. A tyrannical foreman sends him to mine blackstone in an abandoned shaft that could collapse at any moment. If he fails to meet his quota, he’ll be beaten to death. In his despair, Lin Mu discovers that the entire cultivation world has turned into a sandbox game with a crafting System, visible only to him!
What others see as an abandoned spiritual mine becomes [Black Iron Block x1] with a single strike of his pickaxe, and unlocks a portable crafting table.
An ancient killing formation that others must spend a century cultivating before they dare enter? He swings his pickaxe, dismantles it, and packs it up. Before long, it’s a defensive tower at his own base.
No spiritual roots needed, no need to care about cultivation levels. As long as his tools have enough durability, he can gather anything!
With his crafting table and furnace, Lin Mu quietly mines ore, punches trees, and climbs the tech tree in a cultivation world where mortals are ants. He forges a planet-busting mechanical fortress that even a sword immortal in the Mahayana stage can’t breach!
“Cultivate immortality? What a load of crap. Before my multi-barrel spirit-energy minigun, everyone is equal!”
[System-driven, sandbox cultivation, lighthearted comedy, play the pig to eat the tiger, craft anything, dimensional superiority, Fourth Calamity, base-building and farming]
