"The day the potato chips brought a nation to ruin, I was forced to take a job as an HR manager in the Abyss..."
**Just as the top couch-potato player on the server, [King of Slacking] Lin Xian, was taunting a BOSS by picking his nose, the server blew up, taking his RTX 3080 and his new cucumber-flavored potato chips with it, and the dimensional rift dumped him into a modded version of Feixian OL's hell!**
Dressed in a beginner's outfit just like the Beggars' Sect, with a rusty suicide sword in hand, Lin Xian wanted nothing more than to flip the heavens the bird:
"Where's my transmigration bonus? Where's my golden finger? I want a refund!!"
"Ding! Your Abyss HR is now online~"
A System pop-up claiming to be the [Self-Rescue Guide] smacked him in the face:
*"Dear Host, we suggest you feed a biohazard mold cake to the Pig King right away~
Your mission reward? Of course, it's the finest [Instant-Death Three-Piece Set]❤"*
And so, the cultivation world went mad
The Demon Sect's Saintess watched him send an evil cultivator off with a jar of stinky tofu. "...Is this performance art?"
He got the 996 Zombie Guild slacking off together. "Bro, where do we get a copy of the labor laws?"
The mastermind was mocked by a slacker and hit with a System bug in quick succession. "Wait! Where's my hair?!"
[System's Friendly Reminder]
*"Host, stop lying around! The demon dragon next door is waiting for you to sign its insurance policy~
Your commission is a packet of spicy strips! ...What? You want to know if it eats Hosts? Dear, this System offers a convenient delivery-and-swallow service~"*
* Click to see how one lazy fish uses a slacker's attitude to turn the Three Realms' KPIs into an Abyss bankruptcy report!*
(System pop-up: "Final interpretation rights belong to the Abyss. The Host has no right to appeal. Heh heh heh.)
