Is it called time traveling without golden fingers? ! That's called exile! You have no heart!
The heroine of this book, classmate Zhou Yiran, who assumes the main perspective, said this.
Zhou Yiran felt that her existence was as useless to the world of immortality as the physics scratch paper on her desk in her previous life.
Zhou Yiran, who started in Hell, didn't want to fight monsters, level up, or save the world. Although she was the destined person chosen by Heaven, as far as she knew, she couldn't find anything wrong with her all over her body.
Zhou Yiran traveled through time and was bound to the "automatic reply" system.
Customer service robots are generally useless and the system is almost non-existent.
First of all, she doesn't have a golden finger. Secondly, she doesn't know the world. Finally, why does she have to do bullshit main quests before she can go home? !
Zhou Yiran: I want to go home.
[Automatic reply: The host does not have permission]
Zhou Yiran: I don't want to do the task.
[Automatic reply: The main plot has been automatically triggered, host please proceed as soon as possible]
Zhou Yiran: I'm going to die.
[Automatic reply: It is detected that the host's health is approaching the limit and a new archive will be automatically opened]
Zhou Yiran didn't dare to die, she didn't want to reopen.
Therefore, in this world of immortal cultivation where the jungle is strong and the strong prey on the weak, she can only practice hard and try hard to prevent herself from reopening.
Immortals, monks, monsters, mortals, time-travelers, and "familiar strangers".
They have the same faces as their old friends, but their temperaments are completely different.
They didn't know Zhou Yiran, helped her, or fought with swords.
Zhou Yiran: Who are they?
[Automatic reply: Sorry, the system is busy, please try again later]
Zhou Yiran:......
I really want to blow up the whole world.
Zhou Yiran, who lives a fucked up life every day, has to scold the irresponsible system 800 times before he can start practicing.
"Hey, host, I'm back. How's your main plot of saving the world going?" In a certain year and month in the future, the system will finally be willing to take care of its own host.
"Can the system destroy the world?" Zhou Yiran, with empty eyes, held the bloody stump and looked at the small ball of light that he had not seen for many years.
"Host, are you okay?"
[Demining: The male protagonist appears late]
Purpose: Save the common people