I transmigrated into the cultivation world, but my System has a very strange style.
While everyone else rides flying swords, I wield anime figurines and have to shout embarrassing lines.
At the brink of life and death, it tells me to recite a CEO romance to everyone: “Immortal Lord... don't...”
I died of embarrassment.
Then I won.
From then on, the cultivation world's morals began to crumble.
The strongest sound attack is a chant that makes everyone curl their toes in embarrassment, and an invincible shield requires dancing to “Paradise of Bliss.”
When I'm forced to fold ninety-nine paper cranes for the frosty Saintess and confess to her, the System laughs:
“Fail, and I'll play your heartfelt confession on loop.”
What's worse:
My research-obsessed senior sister has started keeping a record of every one of my humiliating moments;
The queen of the business world has sent me an investment contract worth a fortune;
My Saintess rival has come for me with her sword, her expression conflicted;
And the System's whispers in my mind are sounding more and more like a devil's temptation...
On this absurd path to immortality paved with social humiliation, I've learned only two things:
One: As long as I'm not embarrassed, the entire immortal world is.
Two: Sooner or later, my toes will dig out an invincible paradise.
The excitement ahead may be too much. Enter with caution. Are your toes ready?
