When Feng Ying was gravely ill and on the verge of death, the ancestral necklace his family had passed down brought him to a strange world.
It was a world of swords and magic, knights and mages.
With no identity papers, Feng Ying was taken to the Church of Light by a kind town priest.
Ever since he was little, Feng Ying had thought himself a genius. If not for his frail body, he should have basked in flowers and applause, just like all the other chosen ones.
So when the priest casually tested him and discovered his astonishing talent...
Priest: You have tremendous talent.
Feng Ying: I know.
Priest: ?
Feng Ying: I'm a genius, after all.
Feng Ying diligently practiced light magic in the other world, punching demonic invaders and kicking human rebel forces until he had mastered his art and become the most powerful light mage beneath the pope.
As for why someone with such talent and ability never became a saint, an elder, or a light inquisitor...
In the words of everyone in the Church of Light, from top to bottom...
That brat Feng Ying, that Baldr, is nothing but a menace.
Just as everyone was gritting their teeth in hatred...
Feng Ying transmigrated back.
Not only that, he also discovered that something seemed a little off about his own world.
He sensed a hint of the Abyss on his neighbor, a soldier who was home on leave...
Feng Ying: Oh, wow.
Notes:
1. An old-school apocalypse novel.
2. The protagonist's golden finger is absurdly powerful.
3. The love interest may just be a background character.
4. The author is a country bumpkin.
Theme: Love and pisi
