[Male lead with no romance + not a power fantasy + probably nonsensical brain-off writing + role-playing]
At the critical moment when 002 was about to have its system registration revoked by the Quick Transmigration Bureau, it randomly grabbed some unlucky soul. Little did it know that it was the real unlucky one.
"Qin Lang, the unlucky soul, the same-model light-orb spirit version of 002" was drifting aimlessly in the void when 002, hard as a rock, crashed right into him. Then he discovered that he had been inexplicably bound to some strange thing.
Qin Lang: Oh.
002: Host, is that all you have to say? Aren't you supposed to be shocked, overjoyed, and shouting that you're the chosen one?
Qin Lang: Fine. I'm the chosen one.
002: You're celebrating too soon. You're actually a chosen worker!
If you don't like it, move on to the next story. You can leave your brain at the synopsis, or bring it along.
First world: A great demon in a cultivation world (complete)
Second world: Interstellar fairy tale (complete)
Third world: Powerful minister
Act as a plug-in for the original protagonist
It's okay, author, come on