My name was Li Yao, a quiet librarian whose greatest joy was a perfectly organized bookshelf. After a rather cliché encounter with a truck, I woke up in a world of cultivators, magical beasts, and arrogant young masters.
But my second life came with a catch: The [Supreme Grandstanding System].
It's a malevolent god with a twisted sense of humor and only one function: to force me, a pathologically polite man, into acts of world-ending arrogance. If I refuse a mandate? My cultivation is wiped, and I die a painful death.
Now, I'm forced to insult legendary sword arts, humiliate prodigies with a single pat on the head, and use priceless treasures as fire pokers. The world sees me as an enigmatic, unfathomable sage. I see myself as a terrified man one "no, thank you" away from becoming a puff of smoke.
They offer me their worship. The System feeds on the chaos. And I'm just trying to survive long enough to find a loophole. This is the story of how I accidentally became the most respected man in the world, and how I've hated every second of it.