Transmigrated into a fantasy world as a good-for-nothing, Lin Bei only wants to lie low until the end of time.
When others challenge opponents above their level, he kneels and calls them Dad;
when others compete for opportunities, he hides in a cave and takes a nap.
Who knew the System would say, "For every day the Host lies low, his cultivation automatically increases by one year."
So Lin Bei lies even lower:
Sect tournament? He pretends to be sick.
Demonic cultivators invade? He digs a hole.
Treasure hunt in a secret realm? He sets up a stall at the entrance selling boxed meals.
A hundred years later, the Gate to the Immortal Realm opens. The strongest prodigies across the continent fail to ascend and are reduced to ashes by the tribulation lightning.
Yawning, Lin Bei crawls out from underground and casually crushes the ninth bolt of tribulation lightning.
Everyone on the Ascension Platform stares at him, eyes wide: "Who are you?!"
Lin Bei scratches his head. "Oh, I'm the guy who sold you boxed meals back then."
