[When you join the group, you will be given Marrow Cleansing Pills and red envelopes. Big bosses from all over the world are rushing to take orders]
Chen Mo, who had late-stage leukemia, was pulled into a group while waiting to die. There are swordsmen, scientists, magicians, fish-catching immortals in the group... All of them are old monsters who have lived for thousands of years.
He thought he had joined a scam group, so he casually sent a task: "Who can cure my disease? I will help him pay for his phone bill."
As a result, sword fairies rushed to take orders, scientists took the initiative to analyze, and mages cried for help. The Moyu Immortal chatted with him privately: "Little friend, I have an expired marrow-cleansing pill. Just give me a hundred catties of rice."
Three months later, his leukemia was cured. The group members' title of him changed from "newcomer" to "group leader".
The system said: All administrators will die. You are the eighth, and the previous seven are all dead.
Chen Mo looked at the dozens of administrators behind him who had been rescued by him, and smiled: "Then don't be an administrator. Be the group leader."
[The system said the rules cannot be changed, he said: try it]
