My name is Yun Luo. I transmigrated into Pili and was bound to a glove-puppet System.
Its core function: draw character cards and fuse with them to create avatars.
My first thought: Can they go out for me?
The System: The avatars have independent personalities and can act on their own.
Me: Good. Then send them out.
So I created seven avatars:
The Confucian one gets a huge boost in combat power after his hair turns white, but he loves lecturing people.
The Buddhist one is impervious to blades and spears, but drinks every day, leaving his kasaya covered in wine stains.
The Daoist one is upright and righteous, but keeps going on about “the Dao follows nature.”
The swordsman barely speaks, but has to flick his scabbard three times before drawing his sword.
The saber wielder treats every strike as his last, and hugs trees to cry when he's drunk.
The overlord wears golden armor over his face and refuses to bow to anyone, but secretly raises a hawk.
The wise one is a master strategist and devious to the core, but keeps wanting me to take action myself.
As for me? I stay in Yunqi Valley and drink tea.
The avatars: “...”
The System: “...”
Su Huan Zhen: “Fellow Daoist, would you be willing to come out of seclusion and help us?”
Me: “No.”
That was until the Eight-Bifang Evil God descended and Father Kua Huan set his sights on my System.
I set down my teacup and stood up.
The avatars looked back at me, disbelief in their eyes.
Li Cangyun: “You finally decided to move?”
I smiled. “Some things are worth protecting with my own hands.”
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