Shen Zhaoran died with more injustice than anyone could imagine. (There won't be much stockpiling. Once the story is complete, I'll gradually fix anything that doesn't make sense.)
The road to immortal cultivation is fraught with peril, and surviving tribulation is a near-death experience. Others count themselves lucky to endure the eighty-one bolts of heavenly lightning. But she bore more than a hundred and thirty!
Was the Heavenly Dao really determined to destroy her body and soul?
When she opened her eyes again, her soul drifted in an unfamiliar place. A glowing white ball suddenly bobbed closer. “Hello, Host! I'm System 991, officially appointed by the Heavenly Dao to the Cannon Fodder Fate Rescue Department!”
Its voice was rousing, like someone trying to meet their sales quota with one last order before clocking out. “Our motto is: Never be cannon fodder! Never be cannon fodder! March forward bravely!”
“Bind with me and travel through countless worlds to rewrite the fates of cannon fodder! Once the mission is complete, you can choose to return to your original world and beat the tribulation lightning senseless, or create your own world and lie flat forever, ”
“So,” it said, its light pulsing enticingly, “will you sign this contract of servitude?”
There are no supplies... The heroine is not particularly powerful and she relies on others to complete tasks.
I enjoyed reading the book, but the first story put me off. I couldn't understand it, so I had to guess. I couldn't do it 🤦 🤦 🤦 🤦