When the Pinnacle of Martial Arts Enters a World of Magic

Zhang Shuo, a terminal cancer patient, stumbles upon a Venice ad and accidentally clicks on a game.

Bored, he starts playing. But in this world of elves, kingdoms, magic, and dragons, his character can't use even the tiniest bit of magic. He can only fight using pure physical prowess and stats.

What is this, a gaming version of Heaven's Will and Tyrant?

Zhang Shuo has no idea. There's plenty to nitpick, but it sure is satisfying to cut through enemies like vegetables, so he keeps playing.

Much later.

When the game's "Tyrant," Zhang Shuo, has smashed everything to pieces, the bedridden Zhang Shuo in real life turns off the screen. He doesn't even have the strength to get out of bed. His breathing is ragged, and the sleeplessness brings a cold sweat to his forehead in the middle of the night.

The enormous gap between reality and virtual reality is like a chasm, making it hard not to feel utterly hopeless.

He closes his eyes and softly recites a passage of magical scripture from the game, while calculating how much longer he has to live.

Then he notices a tender green sprout, glowing with warm, radiant light, slowly emerging from his fingertip.

A prayer about forests, life, and elves.

A miracle has happened.

This...

Zhang Shuo stares blankly at his fingertip.

It seems... he won't have to die after all.