Xiyi was just one cog among countless guardians of the quick transmigration worlds. His greatest strength in life was that he was... ordinary.
Until a stroke of incredible luck came his way, and he was picked up by System 711, a retired big shot.
Xiyi: "Big shot, will you carry me to victory?"
711: "Don't worry. The mission is simple. Just listen to me."
In the first world, Xiyi diligently worked on his mission. A man pinned him against the headboard, eyes red. "If he can do it, why can't I?"
Xiyi: "Didn't you say he was straight?!"
711: "Isn't he straight?!"
Xiyi: "Then... can I...?"
711: "No, you can't."
Xiyi pointed at the man. "What if he insists?"
711: "Even then, ￥%#%#￥&..."
When 711 finally came out of the little black room, he saw Xiyi lying in bed, the blanket pulled up to his chin, his gaze vacant and a look of world-weary resignation on his face.
Xiyi: "You didn't protect me properly."
711: "￥#...%%￥...#￥@#￥..."
