sunny boy books

I was at war... Guess that shell killed me, because this body ain''''t mine, and this world sure ain''''t either! And what do we have here? High-tech, neuro-interfaces, cultivation — and an existential threat on the horizon. Also me — a rookie at a cultivation school on the moon. No legendary techniques, no harem. At least they gave me a nice chunk of money to compensate for my "memory loss."