Shen Tang woke up on the road to exile and realized this world didn’t run on anything resembling science.
Divine stones fell from the sky, and a hundred nations went to war over them.
Scholars condensed a Literary Heart, and whatever they spoke became reality.
Warriors gathered a Martial Gall, splitting mountains and cleaving seas.
The pretty boy she’d dismissed only had to say, “Spear leveled, horse leaping,” and the next second armor snapped onto him, a long spear appeared in his hand, and he became an army of one – charging through thousands, seven times in and seven times out!
The sickly ghost she’d written off only needed to chant, “Stars strewn, pieces arrayed,” and the sky became a domed lid, the earth a chessboard – moving troops and laying formations as easily as breathing!
This wasn’t just unscientific anymore – it was fucking unreal!
It was like theology had nailed the lid shut on science’s coffin!
And as for her-
“My lord, the North Commandery is in a great drought. Why don’t you cry a little?”
Shen Tang: “…”
“My lord, the South Prefecture is flooded. Why don’t you smile a bit more?”
Shen Tang: “…”
