Guys, who gets it?!
After Shen Hao made a few too many comments while watching a movie, he opened his eyes again to find himself in the Primordial World.
Even worse, he had transmigrated into the unlucky Shen Gongbao, imprisoned beneath Qilin Cliff.
Heavens, you can’t mess with someone like this!
Being poor would have been bad enough, but he was also a shameless con man who ended up wasting all his effort and not earning a single penny.
In a world like the Investiture of the Gods, where Golden Immortals are as common as dogs, Shen Gongbao is currently bound by Soul-Locking Flame Chains. If he can survive another minute, it’ll be thanks to Great God Pangu watching over him.
Just as Shen Hao was about to bite his tongue and kill himself so he could be reborn, a System took a liking to him.
The System claimed it could copy anything in the Myriad Worlds, whether dead or alive, human, immortal, or demon. Magical treasures, cultivation techniques, divine abilities, cultivation levels... It could copy them all and make them part of him.
System, I want to copy his cultivation. System, I want to copy this spirit herb. System, I want to copy his magical treasure. System, I want to copy a Sage...
Sure, no problem!
However, you have to touch whatever you want to copy for three breaths!
What a load of crap!!
Am I supposed to go touch a Sage for three breaths? You rip-off god!
With the System’s arrival, Shen Hao accepted the absurdity of having transmigrated. He resolved to give Shen Gongbao another chance at life.
Whether it was for himself, for him, for humanity, or for the Primordial World.
Now that I’m here, I might as well make my mark.
