In this world, some people worship gods and Buddhas, and some ask about immortality.
Some people seek fame, some seek profit, and some seek sincerity.
And Yin Er asked for nothing.
He submitted his resume for two full years day after day. Five thousand two hundred copies, all of them have fallen into the sea and cannot be read back.
Others were worried, so he just turned over lazily, refreshed the page, submitted another copy, and then fell asleep. There is neither internal friction nor revision of resumes.
He didn't know that there was a pair of eyes in the dark that had been staring at him for a long time.
That's a system.
A hard-working system that works hard and waits for success.
It intercepts his resume in the flood of data every day, and then sends game invitations back one after another, just to invite him to join the game.
Once, ignore it.
Twice, ignored.
"Things can only be done three times", the system does not believe in evil.
Five thousand two hundred times——
The man didn't even look at him.
In a rage, it opened the back door with a bang and pushed inward, forcefully dragging him into an endless cycle of terrifying escape.
On the day he entered the game, the system looked on coldly, waiting for him to panic, waiting for him to kneel down and beg for mercy, waiting for him to explain and apologize.
But Yin Er was silent for three seconds, and then said calmly:
"Oh, those offer titles were so ugly, I thought they were scams. It turned out to be you."
System was so angry that he was shaking all over and couldn't say a word for a long time.
At that moment, it suddenly thought——
I might have hired the wrong person.
Five thousand two hundred letters of appointment were submitted, and a living King of Hell was hired.
It naively thought that he was just a lazy mortal.
Until later, the copy collapsed...
It looked at that careless figure, and finally felt regretful in its intestines.
It's easy to ask God.
Sending God off?
It's as difficult as going up to the sky.
Concept: Why do people go to work?