Shao Lin Abbot for the Post-1980s Generation

Martial Arts · Transmigration · System

Heavens really have no eyes! They actually sent a fine young man born in the eighties back to ancient times. Fine, if I had to transmigrate, then so be it—but why did I have to become a monk?

And becoming a monk would already be bad enough, but on top of that I had to become an abbot! And being an abbot still wasn’t enough—they even stuck me with an Abbot System to keep me in line!

Master the Boy Skill to perfection? Make Shaolin the number one sect in the world? Become the leader of the martial world? The system’s demands are outrageous. I’m just an ordinary young man born in the eighties; I’m afraid I’m not up to such a great cause. But with that damned system forcing me along, whether I’m up to it or not, I have no choice but to do it.

And so this post-80s youth struggles onward with tears in his eyes. No one knows that the young abbot who stands at the pinnacle of the martial world, a Mount Tai and Big Dipper-like figure among all martial artists, has only one ultimate wish in the end: to return to secular life.