I was the Immortal Emperor, the greatest in the Immortal Realm. After my disciple stabbed me in the back, I ended up in an apocalypse where spiritual qi had revived.
The good news: I’m not dead.
The bad news: People in this world call their measly abilities “superpowers,” and even rank them S-class and SS-class. They’re so weak I can barely stand to look.
A demon invasion? The end of the world?
One pinch of my fingers tells me this is just a minor Golden Core stage crisis.
They call awakening superpowers “being chosen by heaven.”
I call it... returning to the beginner’s village.
When the Demon Emperor descends and all of humanity falls into despair,
I silently draw my sword.
“Don’t panic. I’ll try out a sword technique first. Your ‘superpowers’ look exhausting.”
