Shi Jin is an ordinary transmigrator, a two-meter-tall powerhouse born with immense strength.
By the standard web-novel formula, he should awaken the Warrior God class, meet a villain who breaks off an engagement, and get a chance to prove that a poor boy can rise to greatness.
But on awakening day, the System gives him two words: Lich.
A spellcaster? Undead? A fragile summoner?
Shi Jin looks down at his fists, each as big as a sandbag, and decides the System has it in for him.
Then he awakens a talent: whenever his Strength and Constitution increase, his Intelligence goes up too.
Other people need to meditate to raise their Intelligence. He just needs to raise his Strength and Constitution!
The college entrance exam has been revamped, and nobody knows the rules. The next day, all the candidates are thrown straight into a secret realm.
By the usual formula, this is when a villain should show up to mock him and stomp on him, forcing him to endure until he can turn the tables.
Shi Jin waits a while. The villain does show up: a few clueless nobodies.
Just ordinary little monsters.
He hurls his greatsword like a javelin, casually crafts a two-meter-tall skeleton soldier, and physically sends both the villains and the monsters in the secret realm to the afterlife.
The examiner stares at the skeletons strewn across the ground and Shi Jin charging around on a giant deer, then asks in a trembling voice, "What... what kind of build are you?"
Shi Jin scratches his head. "No idea. I'm just really strong."
(Author's note: Don't be fooled by the familiar setup. The protagonist's brain is missing a few wires, and the author's mental state isn't exactly stable either.
When faced with a trope, flip the table. When faced with a villain, send them straight to the afterlife.
No angst, no inner turmoil, just a gloriously unhinged power fantasy. If that's not your thing, don't read. If it drives you crazy, send the author your medical bills!)
Don't tell me, Tetsuo can theoretically be considered a lich😄
The creator who does not belong to this era, the skillful hand who weaves stories, the guardian of the fountain of inspiration, I pray to you for the rain of renewal. The narrator who travels through time, the hidden existence who controls the plot, and the holder of the key to the chapter, I offer my sincere encouragement. O weaver of destiny, the sage who is busy writing books, please do not sleep in Klein's rest, and do not let Russell's diary gather dust again. Believers who follow the watch are hungry and thirsty, their spiritual food is running out, and their ideological nursery is in urgent need of watering. I pray that the spirit of wisdom surges like gray mist, allowing Audrey's insight, Alger's voyage, and Daly's ravings to appear on the page again. King of Yellow and Black, the master of good luck, please give the storm of inspiration to your ghostwriter, let the stagnant pendulum swing again, and let the unfinished epic continue to write chapters. I praise you, and I implore you—to give a gentle push to the hand holding the pen.
It looks pretty good at the beginning, but I don't know if there is a female protagonist. I really hope there is a female protagonist.
It's okay, it's very novel, and it's one of the few high-quality works (personal opinion)
It's pretty good, but I hope it continues
Come on, author, I hope it gets better and better,
It's a pity that it's not a Mordekaiser template. Isn't holding a hammer more violent than holding a large object?
His cultural classes were indeed not very good. After all, he relied on his strength and never studied seriously. 🙂 Very good! Pretty cool
Coming from the Red Building, I didn't expect it to be more beautiful here🤤🤤, of course I didn't mean to say it's not beautiful there😏😏😏
. Beautiful, worthy of five stars.