I really didn’t expect sign-ins after transmigrating to be counted in the tens of thousands. Fine, I accept it. I’ll just grow flowers and raise cows and donkeys every day. You say they’re Great Emperors? Come on. I’m just an ordinary guy. When I have nothing to do, I want to finish my System missions as quickly as possible, or squat on the street with a bowl and check out pretty girls. What do the Three Great Worlds, Cultivation maidens, sacred-land fairies, genius monsters, and Great Emperors of the myriad races have to do with me? They don’t eat the vegetables I grow.
