I bonded with a merit System and earned golden fingers by face-slapping scumbag men and vile women.
The aloof master of the cultivation world fell to the demonic path for me, the violent marshal of the interstellar age bowed before me, and the cold-faced warlord of the Republic bent to my will.
After I’d traveled through ten worlds, the System sent me off with a cheery farewell: “Host, your merits are complete. Get ready to retire, ”
Suddenly, space collapsed, and I was swept into the final little world.
The lovesick warlord gripped my waist and sneered. “You flirt with me, then run?”
The merit System blared an alarm: “Warning! An anomalous data stream detected: a main-god-level energy entity!”
The man licked my earlobe and whispered, “Run, then. Keep running through all three thousand worlds.”
“Every time you run, I’ll make a world pay the price for you.”
