Reborn from the apocalypse into ancient times, he eats the purest food and drinks the sweetest water. He almost laughs himself awake even in his sleep. But pride comes before a fall: the damn System followed him here.
“What? You want me to become Chief Councillor? Didn't you put me through enough trouble in my last life? I worked diligently my whole life just to complete the tasks you gave me, becoming the top leader of some base in the apocalypse.
“No way. I'd rather die than let you screw me over again in this life. Become some stupid Chief Councillor? In my last life, I fought my way to the top. If something can be solved with my fists, why bother using my mouth?”
“Host, please note that if you do not carry out the System's latest task, you will be sent back to the apocalypse and turned into an ordinary person who can't even fight a chicken. You will also keep your memories through every reincarnation until you agree to accept a new task.”
The most pitiful Host in history tilted his head up at a 45-degree angle and shed a basinful of tears for himself. Then, after cursing the System in his heart a hundred million times, he gritted his teeth and nodded. “Fine, I'll be Chief Councillor.”
“Hey, that guy with the fair skin, handsome face, and long legs is totally my type.” He gazed at him with hearts in his eyes.
“Host, don't forget you're supposed to become Chief Councillor.”
“So what if I'm Chief Councillor? Do Chief Councillors not have rights? Are they not allowed to date? If I can't date, I'm going on strike.”
“Host, are your eyes broken? That's a man.”
“That's gender discrimination. I've liked men in both my lives. How did you not know?”
“So that's the kind of Host you are. No wonder you were a lifelong bachelor in your last life.”
Theme: Face difficulties head-on, work hard and persevere, and become a winner in life.
