Transformed into a fantasy loser, Lin Bei just wants to live forever.
When others challenged him, he knelt down and called daddy;
While others competed for opportunities, he hid in a cave and slept.
Unexpectedly, the system said: "For every day the host lives, his cultivation level will automatically increase by 1 year."
So Lin Bei became more stubborn——
Sect competition? Pretending to be sick.
Demonic invasion? Dig holes.
Treasure hunt in a secret realm? There is a stall selling box lunches at the door.
A hundred years later, the gate to the fairy world opened, and a group of the strongest geniuses in the continent failed to ascend and were chopped into ashes by lightning.
Lin Bei yawned and climbed out of the ground, casually crushing the ninth thunderbolt.
On the ascension platform, everyone's eyes widened: "Who are you?!"
Lin Bei scratched his head: "Oh, I'm the one who sold you lunch boxes back then."
