In his previous life, Zhou Jiujiu was Earth's most textbook wage slave: 996 work schedules, alternating six-day and five-day workweeks, empty promises of blessings, and ruthless layoffs. He worked so much overtime he questioned the meaning of life. Then one night, on his way home from work, he stepped in dog shit and was promptly taken out by a heavy truck with "Great Fortune" written on it. When he opened his eyes again, he had become an outer-sect disciple of the demonic Wangu Sect, forced to test pills, trampled by everyone, and worth less than a blade of grass.
The good news: he activated the [Miserable 996 Wage Slave System]. Bind wage slaves, and they work for him. The stronger his wage slaves become, the stronger he becomes. And so the Wangu Sect underwent a dramatic transformation: the old monsters who refined pills became his personal employees, the inner sect's true disciples knelt to be his sparring partners, and even the champion of the sect tournament became a KPI at his workstation.
The bad news: a Plague God inheritance was also hidden within this body. Misfortune, being framed, blame-shifting, backstabbing... Anyone who wanted him dead would start having bad luck. But he never used it in front of others. His identity as the Plague God's heir was his greatest secret. His enemies saw only an ordinary, timid, trouble-avoiding pill-testing servant, then inexplicably died, took the blame, or proved their own guilt. They investigated and grew suspicious, their minds filled with paranoia, but they could find nothing.
Zhou Jiujiu kept smiling and playing the fool in the outer sect. In secret, his wage-slave empire was turning the entire cultivation world into his workplace.
The entire cultivation world works for me. Anyone who messes with me gets bad luck.
