I'm a Thirty-Year-Old Artist, Not Jiahao, I Swear

[Urban Fantasy + Calamities of the Sequence + Absurd Laugh-Out-Loud Comedy + All-Out Passion + Violent Aesthetics]

Others transmigrate and get handsome clothes, fast horses, and beauties on both arms.

Liu Xing transmigrates at the ripe old age of thirty, as a freshman in college!

In this alternate world where calamities descend and sequences awaken, young transmigrators aged seventeen and eighteen are everywhere, fiercely competing to outdo one another.

Meanwhile, thirty-year-old “old artist” Liu Xing, battered by the real world, stands out like a sore thumb among all the boys and girls, clutching a thermos steeped with goji berries and accompanied by a thoroughly unserious System.

Classmate: “Uncle, with bones that old, you still came to take the entrance exam for the Supernatural Academy and fight calamities?”

Liu Xing: “What do you youngsters know? Fighting and killing is the lowest form of skill. I call this performance art.”

In this dangerous city where science fiction and the mists of history intertwine, what annoys Liu Xing most isn’t the arrival of the uncanny. It’s how some clueless fool is always pointing at him and yelling, “Jiahao!”

Until one day, a calamity of absolute darkness tears through the sky, and an indescribable terror engulfs the entire city.

As the young prodigies look on in despair, the middle-aged man, usually all smiles and spouting absurd nonsense, quietly puts out his cigarette and reveals a berserk Sequence that overwhelms everything!

“I’ll say it one last time: I’m really not Jiahao!”

“I’m here to bury you monsters...”