I Invented Magic

There has never been magic in this world.

When he was six, Luo Yan accidentally fell into a higher-dimensional space.

When he woke again, his vision had been permanently fixed at a higher dimension.

Electric currents, heat, light, even empty space itself, all appeared to him as utterly different structures.

Everyone thought he was mad.

Until one day, light glimmered at his fingertips.

From a faint glow that illuminated the darkness, to flames that melted through steel, and then to explosive magic as powerful as nuclear weapons, he brought humanity's fantasies into reality one by one.

Once magic was written as formulas and packaged into devices, it was no longer the miracle of a single person.

The rules of energy, industry, and war were rewritten, and an era he had created with his own hands began.

No spiritual qi revival, no ancient inheritance, and no second magician.

There was only one man's pursuit of the limits of science.

Magic itself had never existed.

Until Luo Yan invented it.