Crossover: The Clown Training Game

* My new novel, "The Villain Organization's Rules for Slacking Off [Quick Transmigration]," is now underway, with 80,000 words already written. It's an original story about brothers who are stuck working for Cao Cao's camp. Please add it to your collection. As a transmigrated wage slave in a villain organization, what else can you do? There's no way I'm working hard, and I don't know how to reform my image. Slacking off is the only way I can keep going. Besides, the boss is going to end up hanging from a lamppost at the protagonist's hands anyway. Hehe. The two worlds completed so far: World One: "The Demon Sect Saintess Elopes with the Hero Again. What Does That Have to Do with Me?" World Two: "The Domineering Evil God Boss Falls in Love with My... KPI" * Comedic ranting, first person, with the male lead complaining the whole time. * No CP. This is my workplace novel about being a wage slave driven to madness by my boss. [As the assistant... no, the disciple of the Demon Sect's Right Guardian, I've been kneeling on the cold stone floor for two hours. Ah, not that I did anything wrong, of course. Rule Number One of Slacking Off: Never let your boss catch you making a mistake. I wasn't the only one kneeling in the hall. Apart from my master and the Left Guardian next door, who were allowed to kneel on one knee, everyone else had their heads bowed and both knees on the floor, staring at the ground. Some were counting the flagstones, while others followed the ants scurrying across the floor with their eyes. A few newbies in the back were still whispering to one another. I was genuinely worried for their intelligence and their lives. Didn't they know that, aside from being long-winded and constantly lecturing people, our Demon Sect leader was most famous for being a chauvinist and having peerless martial arts? He could hear anything happening within ten li. There was no way to hide from him. Sure enough, after spouting off for two hours, the leader stopped. The guards immediately dragged the few newbies in the back off to the pit to feed the gu poison. Then the leader began an even more impassioned lecture about our sect's discipline, loyalty, and competence. He'd been saying this stuff for at least a decade. He'd been leader for years, and he'd been saying it for just as long. When the daily lecture, "You're the worst bunch of subordinates I've ever had," finally ended, the leader waved his hand. We all chorused our congratulations on his "thousand autumns and ten thousand years," then rubbed our numb knees and silently slipped out of the hall.] J, an upstanding citizen from the modern world, transmigrated into the Joker and found a baffling interface before him: Daily quests: Bother fellow patients (0/3); Scare the guards (0/3) Main quest 1: Escape the mental hospital (0/1) Batman's affinity: -100 ...Wait, how did I get an affinity of minus one hundred?! * This is just an impostor Joker from a parallel world. The CP will be whatever it turns out to be. * It seems silly on the surface, but it's actually a mystery. Theme: