I was a 996 office worker, worked to death, and transmigrated into the Classic of Mountains and Seas.
The land was crawling with vicious beasts and the sky was full of gods and demons, while I was just an ordinary person with no talent for cultivation.
What was I supposed to do?
Become a con artist, of course!
I turned chemistry into alchemy, so I had pills to spare.
I turned physics formulas into manuals for thunder arts, so I could summon lightning from my palm whenever I pleased.
I turned meteorology into the power to summon wind and rain, so if I said it would rain, rain it would.
Leaders of strange beasts came to me for divinations, the Queen Mother of the West invited me to lecture, and even Zhulong respectfully called me Lord of Heaven's Secrets.
One prophecy after another came true, and the miracles I made up grew more outrageous with every retelling.
Until one day, the will of Heaven itself descended:
Who are you, really?
I smiled faintly. “Take a guess.”
