He transmigrates into the world of cultivation, his spiritual roots destroyed, reduced to a good-for-nothing.
The good news: he awakens the Myriad Gifts System, which turns anything people give him into points.
The bad news: nobody gives him anything.
Su Chen looks at the rare treasures in the shop, then at his surroundings, so poor they practically rattle, and has an epiphany.
Resource consolidation? That’s my specialty.
He casually writes a simplified version of a “Myriad Rewards System” and binds it to a transmigrator who keeps asking, “When is my System finally going to show up?”
“Make an offering, young man! Offer up a chicken, and I’ll randomly reward you with a feather. Once in a while, I might even reward you with… a roast chicken?”
The transmigrator: This is a test of my resolve!
So while the transmigrator works himself to the bone for tenfold rewards, Su Chen sips tea and watches the points roll into his account. A new problem occurs to him:
“Where am I going to find the next wage slave… I mean, the next kindred spirit?”
