Lin Ming transmigrates into the lowest-grade cultivation fodder in a demonic sect, always at risk of being thrown into a pill furnace. At the critical moment, he binds himself to the Immortal Emperor Simulator.
Others use it to simulate countless cultivation techniques and battle across the heavens, all to reach the supreme realm.
But Lin Ming uses it to simulate:
[How to use an unparalleled formation to set up a really good bed]
[How to optimize the Basic Breathing Technique so I can cultivate while sleeping]
[How to turn the sect's blind spots into my own private cave dwelling]
I put all my Immortal Emperor-level intelligence into the skill tree for "how to slack off forever."
After countless simulations and calculations, he becomes the strangest piece of fodder in the history of the demonic sect.
The discarded pill room has denser spiritual energy than the elders' cave dwellings.
The abandoned mine is safer than the sect-protecting formation.
Even Taotie, the demonic beast that guards the mountain, wags its tail when it sees him.
The sect's assessment of me: "This boy has no ambition whatsoever, but... he really does save money."
Until the righteous alliance lays siege, the demonic sect faces imminent destruction, and the sect leader falls in battle, blood staining the mountain gates.
Lin Ming sits inside the "ultimate safehouse" he built, sips a cup of milk tea, and watches the world-destroying chaos outside.
"All that fighting is exhausting."
"I just want to ask... does this count as a workplace injury? The sect's gone, so who do I claim my pension from?"
