Outside the Laws of Physics, I Have Lived for a Thousand Years

A logic monster from the physics department suddenly fell into the quagmire of the Warring States Period. There is no system, no plug-ins, just theoretical knowledge that cannot be used in the brain. He thought he would rot quietly like an ant in the dust of history. Until the bronze sword that pierced the heart was pulled out, the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. He began to calculate: How long does it take to recover from a cliff fall? How long can a cup of poison paralyze nerves? What shape can three hundred years of rain wash away into a piece of bluestone? Later, he discovered that he could understand the trajectory of the wind and count the vibrations of every grain of sand in the soil. Others call this "supernatural power", but he just thinks that he has lived too long and figured out the formulas of the world. Thousands of years later, he stood on the neon-lit street, holding the same meat bun in his hand as when he first arrived. But there is no sense of belonging anymore. Perhaps the greatest curse of eternal life is not loneliness. Even "living" itself has become a problem to be solved.