The Magician with Superpowers

Li Lekang felt as if he had crossed into another world, yet not entirely. The earth remained the earth, and his name stayed the same, but his soul had transmigrated. The memories of his body’s previous owner told him that he was now in America, fresh out of school, facing a future shrouded in uncertainty.

Just a few hours earlier, he had been an ordinary young man in Tianfu, working diligently by day while slyly slacking off, and devoting his nights to video games and card games, never missing a round. Lately, he had become obsessed with an ARPG game, playing as a demonic sorcerer who danced between hell and the mortal world. He relished the ambiguous morality of his character and had sunk considerable time and money into the game.

That day, he was engrossed in monster farming when a series of thunderclaps rumbled outside his window. An uncanny sixth sense made his skin crawl. He looked up, barely had time to mutter an expletive, when a lightning bolt, thick as a bowl, crashed directly onto his forehead. All that remained was a strangled gasp; he didn’t even have time to erase the hundreds of gigabytes of “study materials” on his hard drive before the scene changed.

Upon awakening, he discovered he was physically intact—no missing limbs, and in fact, taller and more handsome than before. The sense of immersion was overwhelming.

Naturally, as a transmigrator, it was only to be expected that a game scroll spirit would reside in his mind. Others might bring along a wise old mentor or a system; he had a sentient demon scroll—the Scroll Spirit. In the