I transmigrated into a cultivation novel as the cannon-fodder junior sister. I was planning to slack off, but the System kept pushing me to work harder every day.
I had to cultivate if I wanted to get home, but who knew things would get weirder and weirder?
The elder from the neighboring sect wept bitterly: "Please, could your sect act normal for once? Who can stand hearing Phoenix Legend songs blasting every day?!"
The Demon Lord roared in despair: "You wrecked my army's morale with square dancing and attacked my mind with mental pollution! There's no way to fight like this!"
Looking at the cultivation world before me, completely warped by my "corporate culture," I silently opened the Merit Shop.
System notification: Save up another eighty billion, and you can redeem one "Creator God Experience Card."
