I transmigrated into the world of immortal cultivation and became a stepping stone for a once-in-a-generation genius.
Refuse to be sacrificed? Fine.
I was banished to the worst medicinal herb garden in the entire sect.
Here, well-connected people can lie around and watch their cultivation rise, while honest workers are worked to the bone.
I accepted my fate.
Until a “ding” rang in my head
[Immortal Sect HR Background Check System bound successfully.]
From then on, the immortal sect's whole culture changed.
I stopped judging people by their cultivation.
I looked only at
Resumes. Performance. Dirt.
“Senior Brother, should I send the three recordings of you pocketing medicinal herbs last month to the Disciplinary Hall?”
“Elder, you've been in seclusion for a hundred years, and your disciples' performance ranks last in the whole sect. Here's a restructuring plan.”
Cultivation? It soared thanks to team efficiency.
Resources? The “optimized” talent pool was more than happy to contribute.
From a decaying herb garden, I climbed all the way to the peak of power.
The once-in-a-generation geniuses who had cast me aside now trembled as they handed me tea across my desk.
“Senior Brother Cheng... here's my background check report. Is there anything else you think needs... optimizing?”
I smiled and accepted it as the System chimed softly in my mind:
[Next optimization target: The Immortal Realm's Board of Directors.]
