As someone who had transmigrated, Zhou Yu was thoroughly fed up.
Why did everyone else transmigrate with fireworks and lightning, becoming ridiculously powerful along the way?
He transmigrated, and his cultivation was crippled. Then he was sentenced to fifty years of wall-facing meditation!
Why did everyone else’s sign-in System hand out immortal pills and miraculous medicines, or divine artifacts and treasures?
His System gave him nothing but a die every day!
Want a reward? Roll it yourself!
Rolling a 3, 4, or 5 was fine, and rolling a 6 really did give him a decent reward.
But rolling a 2 gave him junk, and rolling a 1 brought down a heavenly tribulation!
Whether it was good or bad all came down to luck!
Zhou Yu threw back his head and roared, “If I had good luck, would I have been struck by lightning and transmigrated in the first place!”
