He traveled through time and became the lowest-ranking loser with five spiritual roots in the world of immortality. When he woke up, he was lying in a mass grave with a broken right leg and seventeen corpses beneath him.
The system said: Live. Save up all the ridicule and make a comeback together.
So he swept fallen leaves, received subsistence allowance, and was treated as a soft persimmon by everyone. The girl at the bun shop at the town's entrance stuffed him with half the stuffing, the innkeeper's wife left a thin quilt that had been dried in the sun, and the old man who cut firewood threw his only water bag into the corpse pit.
He thought he was just dragging his feet.
Until one day, that old monster in the Nascent Soul Stage stepped across the Beimang Mountains, and no one in Qingzhou dared to stop him. And the most inconspicuous "trash" in the world opened the door of the woodshed and walked out.
