Real Points! Illusory Mirror!

The young man standing within the landscape painting looked down at Xianyang City below, his eyes filled with delight. He was clearly very satisfied.

As he watched the countless ignorant citizens kneeling on the ground and calling him an immortal, the young man almost truly felt like a genuine immortal himself.

Yet his frail body was like an icy bone-scraping blade, keeping him exceptionally clear-headed. He was not an immortal; he was not even a martial artist.

He was merely an ordinary man powerless enough that he could not even truss a chicken.

This so-called world within the painting was nothing more than a false projection.

He could stand high in the sky only because of the system's immense power. That power did not belong to him.

Even his carefree, otherworldly aura of a banished immortal came from a temporary aura he had bought from the system Mall.

As for why he had not bought a permanent aura?

Wasn't it simply because it was too expensive for him to afford?

For this earth-shaking entrance, he had spent every last one of his Real Points!

He was not a native of this world. He was a transmigrator.

His name was Li Ke. Before transmigrating, he had merely been an overworked corporate drone enjoying the blessings of labor.

There had been no stroke of extraordinary luck in his transmigration. Just like his life, it had been utterly ordinary: he closed his eyes, opened them again, and arrived in this familiar yet unfamiliar world.

Li Ke had broken down. He had never expected his transmigration to be so slapdash. There was not even an attempt to put on a show? At least let him get hit by a truck!

He liked reading web novels and sometimes fantasized about transmigrating to another world, building