The System Forces Me to Be a Tool, but I Slacked Off and Became a Saint

*Note: This is a story about an ordinary person. The kind that makes you laugh through your tears.*

Li Fan transmigrated.

The good news: he transmigrated into a world of cultivation.

The bad news: he wasn’t the protagonist.

The worse news: he was bound to a System. The System told him: “Your destiny is to **be a tool**.”

His duties included, but were not limited to:

Delivering herbs to the protagonist, taking a blade for the protagonist, serving as a stepping stone for the protagonist, making an awestruck face as Background Character A during the protagonist’s big moments, and helping set up a fake “hero saves beauty” scene when the protagonist needed a romance plot, only to get beaten up...

The System promised that completing tool duties would earn him rewards: “Increase the protagonist’s favorability,” “boost the protagonist’s role in the story,” and “obtain the protagonist’s gear (old, worn-out version).”

Li Fan: “What the hell are these rewards good for?!”

System: “Host, please do not question the script of Heaven’s Will. Behind every success are countless tools quietly giving their all.”

So Li Fan made a decision.

**He checked out.**

If you tell me to deliver medicine, I’ll deliver it, but I can’t promise it won’t be a laxative.

If you tell me to take a blade, I’ll do it, but I can’t promise I’ll still be standing elegantly afterward.

If you tell me to be a stepping stone... Fine, but can I put a pillow down first before they step on me?

The System crashed.

Heaven’s Will was dumbfounded.

The original protagonist, Ye Chen, watched him, his expression shifting from confusion to shock to “Who the hell is this guy?”

And a tool who wasn’t even supposed to have a name strayed further and further off course as he checked out.

**So far off course that he became a Saint.**