Lin Luo transmigrated to a world of magic and became the most useless good-for-nothing in the three-hundred-year history of the Imperial Academy of Magic. Magical affinity: zero. Fireball success rate: zero. His only talent was cutting his own fingers three times.
His classmates mocked him, his teachers shook their heads, and even the cafeteria lady gave him an extra ladle of soup, her eyes practically saying, "This kid won't make it to finals."
Just as he was about to lie flat and wait for death, a ding rang in his head.
[Technological Creation System activated! Make a lighter to earn points. Make a flashlight and shock the whole school. Make a Gatling gun...]
While the mages were still making fireballs and chanting spells, Lin Luo pulled out a lighter. "Got a light?"
When Norman came with the disciplinary squad to confiscate his things, Lin Luo pulled out a flashlight. "Is that ruby wand of yours even half as bright as this?"
At the academy tournament, while everyone waited for him to make a fool of himself, Lin Luo smashed a smoke grenade on the ground, pressed a stun gun against Norman's waist, then turned to the thousands of people below and grinned:
"Sir, times have changed."
From dead last to the most feared technological tyrant on the continent, Lin Luo had this to say: "Magic? Is that thing even as useful as the nuclear bomb I made?"
[System notification: Host, a nuclear bomb costs 999,999 points. Your current balance is 580. We suggest making do with a grenade for now.]
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