I was sitting at home when a bell fell from the sky.
Zhong Ming was lounging on the sofa, watching videos, when the Chaos Bell passing through the void slammed into him like a speed bump.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in Warhammer 40K.
Beneath his feet lay polluted wasteland. In the distance stood a man-eating hive city, and behind him a mutant beast was chasing him down.
Others who touch the Warp go mad at best and mutate at worst. Psykers spend their lives avoiding the Inquisition.
But Zhong Ming went and absorbed the Warp like spiritual energy, using his half-baked cultivation knowledge to refine a Nine-Turn Golden Elixir.
The Chaos Bell inside him automatically purifies evil, while his pure-yang divine fire burns demons like scrap paper.
He passes the time teasing the Inquisition and, along the way, wipes out a few heretic hideouts. Life couldn’t be better.
He even got pulled into a chat group spanning the heavens.
The group members thought a newbie had joined. Then they all stared in disbelief.
Mu Nianci: This qi-nourishing method is even more profound than the greatest martial arts secrets?
Peter Parker: You can even burn away mutant toxins? What kind of flame is that?
Male V: You can cure cyberpsychosis too? Who are you, really?
Zhong Ming: Keep it low-key. Just routine stuff.
Once his Nine-Turn Elixir is complete and he can travel between worlds, won’t the vast universe be his to roam as he pleases?
