[Interstellar] [Doomsday] [Soft Sci-Fi] [System] [Brainstorming] [Hardcore] [Power Fantasy]
Late at night, a heavy truck sent him flying. He thought he was headed west to earn an advanced degree in the afterlife, but when he opened his eyes, he found himself in the middle of a cosmic battle royale.
A hellish start from the very beginning: the spaceship was wrecked, gravity was tearing him apart, and he had three minutes left to live.
Lin Xian despaired. "System Dad? Golden Finger Mom? Help! Give me spatial folding! Or turn me into a black hole!"
Instead, a stern, elderly voice rang out in his mind. "Sorry, I'm Albert Einstein. I don't provide magic services. Now, according to conservation of momentum and Newton's third law, kick yourself away like a cannonball."
Lin Xian: "???"
From then on, the battlefield of the myriad races gained a physics-obsessed brute who played by no one's rules.
A cultivation race? One antimatter annihilation cannon blast will teach you what it really means to "ascend to immortality."
A magic shield? How about a little mass-energy equivalence? Anything and everything can go nuclear!
"My name is Lin Xian. I'm a reasonable man. If I can't reason with you, I'll crush you with the laws of physics."
