A Passing Extra in the Cultivation World

Hi, I'm Xie Huanyi. My job is to play the Mary Sue, adored by everyone, in the plots of different novels.

My coworkers are very friendly. All I have to do is bat my eyes at them a few times and say a few lines like, "How could they treat you like that?" Then they work themselves into falling for me, thanks to their own imaginations, and rush to fight on my behalf.

At first, I was passionate about a job where I could exceed my KPI just by smiling sweetly.

But after going through this same tedious, cliched plot a hundred times or more, I grew tired of such a boring, dull life.

The System said that was called humblebragging.

I said, "Oh, absolutely. What can I say? I'm still a Mary Sue, after all."

So I decided to go on strike.

The result was that the plot fell apart completely.

My former coworkers, who'd gotten along so well with me, fell to their knees in front of me, wailing and begging me to look at them. They seemed more heartbroken than if their parents had died.

To punish me, the merciless Heavenly Dao sent me to a cultivation world where the strong prey on the weak, and cursed me to spend eternity as a nameless extra fit only to sweep the ground outside a sect.

A mixed and mediocre spiritual root.

A face that would disappear into a crowd.

And the ultimate backstory: a bowl from the start.

Wonderful.

Gripping the broom in my hands, I secretly vowed that this time I'd put down roots among the common folk and work hard to build a heartwarming tale of diligence and success in the cultivation world.

As time passed, I grew more and more skilled at sweeping the gate, while the people in the sect started looking at me more and more strangely. Then I heard someone beside me exclaim again:

"She actually knows that move!"

This familiar plot.

This cliched development.

This dangerous direction.

Unable to take it anymore, I hurled the broom in my hand straight at his face.

Idiot.

Isn't that the most basic way to make a move?

At last, I understood.

Personal effort alone isn't enough to become a proper nameless extra. Only if everyone in the sect is a genius can I live a peaceful, hardworking life.

Then these disciples, who make a fuss over everything, will understand that reaching Foundation Establishment in three months is normal, that an outer sect disciple being able to ride a sword is normal, and that occasionally refining a few earth-grade pills to make a living is normal too.

Come on.

As a nameless extra without a golden finger, how else am I supposed to make a living under the protagonists' noses if I can't even do those things?

This is normal, isn't it?

Blurb written on March 6, 2024

Theme: Heaven rewards the diligent.