I transmigrated into a demonic sect as a menial worker and bound myself to three Systems that couldn't stop arguing.
The Sign-In System: "Host, find somewhere safe to lie low! Outlast your enemies!"
The Chat Group System: "Quick, invite an expert to the group! Cling to their coattails and win without lifting a finger!"
The Simulator System: "Pick me! I'll predict the future right now. Risk your life for a chance at fortune!"
I chose the Simulator, but its prediction said that staying put and signing in meant certain death, and going to the back mountain meant certain death too.
Just as I despaired, the chat group suddenly popped up with a message: "@Green Lotus Sword Immortal, fellow cultivator, help!"
A flash of sword light cleaved the demonic sect apart. The expert replied in an instant: "Don't panic, group friends. Sword, come!"
All three Systems suddenly sounded an alarm at once: "Abnormal data stream detected... Host, who exactly are you?"
