Twenty Years After I Transmigrated, the Country Sent Me a Set of Textbooks

After transmigrating twenty years ago, I found myself in a world without writing.

I had a head full of poetry and books, but could only write them in the mud, then trample them flat.

It wasn't until a secret realm appeared that I discovered this world cultivated through literature: the more characters you knew, the higher your cultivation.

And the upper sects had a monopoly on writing.

I found a cultivation manual and awakened the System.

On the other side stood my homeland.

“Comrade Chen Wang, tell us what you need. The country will provide it.”

Then came elementary-school language textbooks, Tang poetry and Song lyrics, the Four Books and Five Classics. Everything.

I led the entire county in a literacy campaign and turned the Thousand Character Classic into a cultivation manual to send back home

Peking University professors established their foundations overnight, and senior scholars at the Academy of Social Sciences all became powerful cultivators.

My homeland sent back an improved version, and I single-handedly crushed three major sects.

A sword duel? One character, “void,” and their sword technique misses.

Alchemy? One character, “harmony,” and the furnace forms pills on its own.

Formations? One character, “connect,” and the diagram completes itself.

At the literary gathering in the capital, I wrote five characters: “The Way is not far from man.” Every judge in attendance attained enlightenment.

The emperor bestowed on me the title “Literary Sage.”

Back on Earth, Americans stole our manuals, couldn't understand the Chinese characters, and went collectively berserk.

One hundred and twenty-seven countries around the world made Chinese their primary foreign language.

My communicator rang: “Comrade, the five-star red flag is planted on the moon.”

I stood in the Academy of Literature for All Ages, with a hundred thousand students reading aloud in unison.

What they wrote was Chinese characters.

What they recited was “Heaven, Earth, and Man.”

Twenty years illiterate, a teacher for all ages.

Behind me stood my homeland.