Living Fossils from Prehistoric Times, I'm Keeping Weird Things in the City

My name is Lin Beiming. I was an ordinary male college student in my previous life. I stayed up late to do advanced math and died suddenly. I traveled through time and became Kunpeng. On the first day I traveled through time, the system told me: The Zixiao Palace lecture was a pyramid scheme. If I went there, I would be shackled by Heavenly Dao, and I would be beaten to death from then on. I decisively skipped class. Facts have proved that I was right - the first batch of the three thousand wise men who went to attend the lecture were killed by the Liches, the second batch were killed by the Great Tribulation of Gods, and all of them died after the collapse of heaven. I was the only one who ate fish and slept in the sea of ​​the North Ming Dynasty. I survived for hundreds of millions of years and became the last living god in the world. Invincible. Also lonely. So I sealed all my cultivation, memory, and magical powers, and returned to Earth to be an ordinary person. It's either a private visit incognito, or it's completely transformed into an ordinary college student. I want to go back to the dormitory and listen to my roommates snoring, and I want to eat spicy hotpot after taking exams. After sealing, I got my wish. Jiangcheng University, freshman majoring in history. Roommate Fatty Wang snores, Zhao Feng is possessed by King Juan, and Su Qingxue, a senior at the milk tea shop, always asks, "Or all sugar?" I'm very satisfied. The only problem is - something doesn't seem right about the world. There were cries in the library in the middle of the night, and there were things crawling in the old subway tunnels. But it has nothing to do with me. I can't see Weird, and Weird can't see me. Until that day, Fatty Wang was attacked by an invisible thing and lay in the hospital with his head covered in blood. He grinned at me: "Beiming, I'm so fucking unlucky today." At that moment, something in my heart that had been sealed for hundreds of millions of years cracked open.