Make Way, I'm About to Weaponize Guilt

I transmigrated into the world of immortal cultivation with five spiritual roots and a job as a kitchen servant.

Just as I thought I was in for a miserable “ordinary mortal” life

[Moral Restitution System successfully bound.]

The System said: Your mission is to make this dog-eat-dog world play fair, whether it likes it or not.

I said: What a coincidence. That was my job in my previous life.

And so

In the first month, I talked the steward right out of his cultivation.

By the third month, I had talked the sect's top disciple into a breakdown.

In the first year, I talked a Golden Core elder out of office.

By the third year, I had talked a thousand-year-old immortal dynasty out of existence.

The entire cultivation world cursed me: Public enemy! Pest! A thug who weaponizes the rules!

Only I know that I simply brought the “community mediation” and “public opinion guidance” tactics from my previous life into this world.

Now I stand at the peak of the Deity Transformation realm, gazing down at a host of Nascent Soul monsters kneeling before me. I speak slowly:

“Make way. I'm about to… hold morality hostage.”