【F-rank trash fate. The whole city is laughing at me.】
They say I'm a cannon fodder who takes tribulations on someone else's behalf, and that I won't survive my first run as a stand-in. I smile and say nothing.
Until an SSS-rank prodigy kneels before me: “Please, log in as me one more time.”
Until a strong cultivator at the Meridian Opening Realm gives me a treasured blade: “You saved my son. Take this sword.”
Until my enemy stands before me and says, “Your mother's life is in my hands. Give me yours in exchange.”
I hang the rusty sword and the treasured blade together at my waist, chopping wood on my left and people on my right.
Nine runs as a stand-in, nine brushes with death. Every tribulation I overcome takes a little more of “me” away.
But it doesn't matter. Because...
“I take tribulations on behalf of all living beings, and all living beings shield me from calamity.”
