Good news: I transmigrated and even became a System.
Bad news: My Host is a deranged guy who's about to die, and I'm a broke System who's even poorer than he is.
I can't even afford the cheapest pill in the shop to save his life.
All I can do is blurt out spoilers: "Someone's coming to kill you tomorrow. Hide!"
The result: He survived, then looked at me like I was a ghost.
Shen Wujiu: "What exactly are you?"
I wanted to find him a divine weapon, but I didn't have nearly enough points.
All I could do was tell him to dig through the trash heap: "Go pull out that most broken piece of scrap metal!"
The result: That piece of scrap metal could actually repair his shattered sword heart.
The whole sect was dumbfounded: "Wait, how could a piece of scrap metal do that?!"
Later, the way he looked at me got stranger and stranger...
Wait, bro! I'm a System, not your wife! Don't swear your eternal love to empty air!
