My Roommate Transmigrated into a World of Immortals and Martial Arts: One Trait a Year

The transmigrated life of my author’s roommate, Hou Jiahui, could be summed up in two words: born unlucky.

The Annual Trait System gave him seventeen straight years of blank draws. With no natural aptitude for cultivation, he had no way to improve his odds. At eighteen, trapped in a black mine, he had no future in sight.

At his most desperate, he drew the one thing that could save him: [Life Simulator: Doubao].

From then on, one day in reality meant a hundred years in the simulation. The destination others reached after a lifetime of arduous cultivation was merely one insignificant starting point in his countless cycles of reincarnation.

While the prodigies of the Immortal Martial Continent fought tooth and nail for access to secret realms, Hou Jiahui was already picking through legendary mythic talents in the simulation as casually as vegetables at a market.

Then the world-ending darkness descended, plunging everyone into despair. The long-overlooked “ordinary” martial artist scratched his head and looked up at the gods and demons filling the sky, his expression troubled.

“Um… I kind of collected a lot of traits by accident during my reincarnations, and my punches are a bit all over the place. Bear with me, okay?”