Start a Group! I'll Take Any Job in the Ten Thousand Worlds!

When Chu Sheng woke up, he found himself in a pure white space. There was a computer in front of him, but its screen displayed just one icon: [Parallel Lives Chat Group]!

As the group owner, Chu Sheng could randomly invite one “self” into the group every month.

Before long, the chat was flooded with pleas for help:

(1) Apocalypse Meat-Pig World: “Help! They cut pieces off me every day, saying I can regenerate anyway. I'm better off dead!”

(2) Villain's Underling World: “The young master told me to disguise myself and board a plane to assassinate a divine doctor who came down from the mountains, but I think the plane's about to crash! Everyone around me has maxed-out death buffs! Help, anyone?”

(3) Cultivation Bride-Robe World: “Every meridian in my body has been connected to spirit-draining devices, and my spiritual energy is being mercilessly siphoned away every moment! Why should I be reduced to a human cauldron for someone else? I refuse to live this hopeless life! Group owner, please help!”

Looking at all the “selves” in the chat group who were trapped in desperate situations, Chu Sheng rubbed his temples.

Fine!

Since you all call me the group owner, then the dirty work, the grueling work, the troublesome work, the life-threatening work of these lives across all worlds...

I'll take it all on!