I transmigrated into the cultivation world by accident and was automatically bound to the Villain System.
The six lunatics who transmigrated with me became my teammates:
[Shameless show-off] [Dumb and clueless] [Tsundere evil cultivator] [Cowardly survivalist] [Deranged killer] [Unlucky overachiever]
And among these crazies, the only normal person, the one who was afraid to die, timid as a mouse, and honest to a fault, was me.
What an absurd matchmaking system.
Whatever.
I'm here now.
Me: Diligently completing missions and dutifully following the plot.
Them: Cause trouble! Cause trouble! Cause trouble!
Me: Burning incense and praying to the ancestors, begging them not to attack the plotline.
Them: Kill! Kill! Kill!
...Well, we've all got a bright future ahead of us!
Later...
We were hailed as the light of righteousness by the immortal sects, praised for our great deeds by the protagonist, named among the Ten Most Inspiring Figures of the Immortal Sects, and finally enshrined on an altar and lauded by everyone.
Did you get something wrong?
None of this is right!
We're really villains, not tsunderes! (Except for one person.)
We're not secretly saying the opposite of what we mean! (Except for one person.)
Don't insult our professional integrity!
Don't make all our years of work for nothing!
Reader's Guide:
1: A villain protagonist group, ensemble cast, no romance, pure madness.
2: Silly fun, a System, group chat space, a little sect-building, and a passion for picking up disciples.
3: We were fellow patients in our last lives, and now we're teammates, constantly elbowing each other.
Theme: Love given returns as love, and blessings shared bring blessings in return.
