[Infinite Realms + Sign-In System + Cunning Protagonist + One Female Lead + the Myriad Worlds]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have bound the Myriad Worlds Sign-In System.]
[Sign-in location: outside your ex-girlfriend’s home.]
Lu Shian looked up at the familiar luxury apartment complex, then down at the text on his phone: “Account balance: -3 yuan.”
He’d been laid off. His ex-girlfriend had taken his 80,000 yuan in savings and married someone else. A fake friend had tricked him into signing a loan guarantee, and his mother was still in the ICU.
Now this lousy System, which claimed to be a “higher-dimensional life-form,” was telling him that all he had to do was squat outside his ex-girlfriend’s place and sign in to collect 80,000 yuan.
“...”
“Fine.”
From that day on, the Myriad Worlds gained an office drone who just wanted to quietly milk the system for perks.
In dungeons, every other player was fighting tooth and nail for resources, while he dutifully signed in each day at a cliff of execution, a grave, or his enemy’s doorstep.
Other players: This guy’s washed up.
Six months later.
Other players: This guy is seriously devious.
[System notification: Host, you should look in a mirror first. When you smile, you look like a villain.]
“Shut up, Old Bai. Let me be devious for a little longer.”
