Before transmigrating, unlucky Ye Yao hated the lucky ones most. After transmigrating, Ye Yao still hated the lucky ones most.
With tears in her eyes, she gazed up at the sky and beat her chest in despair. “It's over! I've finally become the kind of person I hate most!”
Ever since she was bound to the “sucker” System, she'd been forced to treat money like dirt, yet she often felt melancholy because she was too rich.
Ye Yao had never understood “suffering a loss is a blessing” so deeply, but she just couldn't figure out why it was so hard to suffer even a little loss!
She casually handed a beggar a sword manual while walking by, and the beggar became a Sword God.
She casually recommended a brothel to a faded courtesan, and the courtesan became the leader of the Joyous Union Sect.
She even fed a stray dog and somehow raised it into a Demon King.
“What? You want to repay me? Thanks, but I'll pass! ...Wait! Don't come any closer! Take your treasures back!”
Great. In this world, she's the only one who gets hurt.
“Comprehensive History of the Great Abyss”: “...Ye Yao suppressed her cultivation for five hundred years, all to help others comprehend the Dao! ...The mighty immortals who ascended all benefited from her, allowing the traditions of the Dao to flourish throughout our realm, with a hundred schools contending... Her achievements benefit the present and generations to come. Countless sects have built golden statues of her and honor her as the Holy Mother of Grace...”
Hold on, what the heck? What Holy Mother?
Isn't that kind of rude?!
Who wants to help people comprehend the Dao? I just want to ascend myself!
Something's wrong with all of you! Something's wrong with this System!
“Lone Star of Calamity” was the first four-character idiom Jiang Li learned, and it was the phrase that defined the first half of his life.
His extraordinary talent and terrible luck seemed like a curse carved into his bones.
Failed to establish his foundation? No big deal. He could try a second or third time.
His golden core shattered? No big deal. He could form another one. At least he had experience.
His Nascent Soul was ambushed and corrupted? No big deal. He blew it up himself and started cultivating all over again. He was used to it by then.
XXX didn't know whether surviving things that couldn't kill him would make him stronger, but he knew that anyone near him could easily get killed if they weren't strong.
Though he was human, he could only crawl alone through the darkness like a ghost.
Until one day, a female cultivator with a sun-bright smile excitedly took his hand. “I heard you're abandoned by the Heavenly Dao? Thank goodness! From now on, you're my best friend!”
(Ye Yao: I'm crying! I've finally found the secret to getting rich!)
Theme: Hard work makes you better
