The Cyber-Wasteland Wordsmith

Wu Yue was thrilled to discover that after transmigrating to this wasteland, he had gained the ability of “Word Magic.”

He looked at his hand.

“Enhance!”

Half a tattered book lying on the ground floated in front of him and was enhanced into An Introduction to Big Data Cultivation.

“Combine!”

A rust-stained screw and a broken chip fused together to create a living artificial idiot.

“Enlarge!”

The rusty pins of a CPU grew into a tetanus blade.

Wu Yue’s lips curled into a smile.

Despite gaining the power of Word Magic, Wu Yue still wasn’t very happy.

He had only graduated from elementary school and was barely literate. At most, he knew a little Hanyu Pinyin.

His mind was empty of words and his head devoid of knowledge, so he couldn’t make the most of his ability.

Then one day, beneath the wasteland, he found a book annotated with Hanyu Pinyin: 300 Ancient Poems Every Elementary School Student Must Memorize.

Everything changed after that.