There’s a sword the size of a mountain stuck in the sun, and it’s been there so long humanity built an entire civilization around figuring out what fell off it. By 3029 the whole planet answers to one Federation, cultivation runs the economy, and every ambitious teenager dreams of getting into a Dao College. Wang Baole gets into one too, except his dream isn’t glory or revenge or becoming the strongest cultivator alive. Instead, it’s something dumber and, honestly, more relatable: he wants to become President, because in his experience the guy at the top is the only one nobody dares bully.
That goal ends up shaping everything he does. He’s overweight, shameless, and treats every conversation like a business transaction he might profit from. By flattering his teachers, collecting favors from them, and constantly angling for advantage, he approaches college life like he’s read one too many biographies of successful bureaucrats and taken all the wrong lessons from them. It’s kind of funny though, and it’s also, somehow, his winning strategy.
That strategy is tested almost immediately when the school drops him and a batch of other freshmen into a rainforest for a “trial.” Food becomes scarce quickly, cooperation becomes optional, and what was supposed to be a straightforward cultivation test turns into the kind of pressure that shows you who is a friend and who is a foe.
In the middle of all that, Wang Baole does something for the most selfish reason imaginable, and somehow it looks heroic to everyone watching. The tension is real, the danger is also very real, but there’s always this gap between what he’s actually thinking and what everyone assumes he’s thinking, and that gap is where the comedy lives.
However, underneath the cultivation systems and Federation politics, he is still just a kid trying to survive school while also continuously trying to drop some weight, and somehow, against every reasonable expectation, become a powerful man.
