I died suddenly from working overtime and transmigrated to the cultivation world, where I bound myself to a Roast System. With nothing but my sharp tongue, I went from an errand-running disciple to the savior of the world. There was just one thing the System hadn't mentioned in advance: roasting people is fun for a moment, but then comes the deadly love-triangle showdown, followed by a funeral pyre. Eight heroines, and I'm already in over my head.
