My Formations Are Designed to Trap the Chosen Ones

He transmigrated into the cultivation world, where Hosts of Systems were everywhere.

Yun Yi pulled out a mathematical model. “Sorry, my golden finger is nine years of compulsory education.”

He even picked up a sword cultivator for a partner. The other guy cut people down while he did the calculations, and together they stole the protagonists’ opportunities.

Later, the System Hosts were in tears. “Please stop picking up the scraps! You’ve completely wrecked the plot!”

Yun Yi pushed up his glasses. “Who should we wreck next?”

Ling Zhao polished his sword. “Anyone. Point, and I’ll cut.”

Their talents complemented each other. They followed the chosen ones, scavenging treasures and opportunities, then ran off with the loot. It was thrilling.

While others fought to the death, they sat around snacking on melon seeds and watching. While others fought over opportunities, they cut off the source.

Then one day, Yun Yi calculated that this world was one giant bug.

He turned to his sword cultivator, who knew nothing but fighting. “Ling Zhao, want to make a really big play? Like, hang everyone using cheats on the city walls?”

[Fun-loving brainiac bottom x Straightforward human weapon top]

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