The Vicious Cannon Fodder Overacts Again

[The blurb has been changed, but this has always been a quick transmigration story]

Xinghua is a hardworking employee in the Space-Time Administration's Villainous Cannon Fodder Acting Department, currently hustling for a year-end bonus by hitting his targets

* The sickly young master's bride, brought in to bring him good luck

The character he plays has a pair of bright eyes and looks innocent and pitiful, but is greedy and ruthless inside. To his face, he is devoted to the sickly young master and takes meticulous care of him. Behind his back, he secretly poisons his medicine every day, hoping he'll die soon so he can inherit the estate. After the sickly young master dies, he shamelessly seduces the family patriarch when he finds himself without a place in the clan.

After doing all this, his heart pounds with nervous anticipation: Now all he has to do is wait for the sickly young master, who'll become a ghost king, to disembowel him and toss him to the little ghosts.

But on the seventh night after the evil spirit's death, instead of that, he's left in a room piled high with coins. At his feet lies the patriarch's corpse, already cold and stiff.

A pair of sinister, icy fingers grips his chin. His eyes are full of tenderness as he says:

"Xing, what else do you want? I'll give you anything..."

Though it will cost him something...

There are also the most doted-on young master in an immortal sect, a sickly and sharp-tongued boy at school, an idiotic rich second-generation heir in a wealthy-family story, and a weak cannon fodder in an infinite world.

Xinghua works diligently, but each story ends in a completely different way.

The System weakly suggests: Um, how about transferring to the Everyone's Favorite department?

Xinghua, annoyed: Don't question my professionalism! N-Next time, for sure!

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