The Most Hated One Survives to the End with a Golden Finger [Quick Transmigration]

Workers have workers' souls. We're all just poor souls grinding away at work.

After years of staying up late and working overtime, Xi Ci finally blacked out at his desk and died of sudden overwork.

All alone, he still had the energy to think that in his next life, he'd rather beg for food than be a corporate slave.

As it turned out, his next life came soon, and he had many, many more lives after that.

He stared at the glowing white puffball in front of him, its little wings beating furiously. His dull, lifeless fish eyes stole the show.

White Puffball: In recognition of your excellent performance, working hard and shining in your role, God has decided to give you a chance to become a billionaire. All you have to do is play the most hated person in every world and survive until the protagonist kills you, giving them the satisfaction of a triumphant revenge. Then you can choose a mission world and get one hundred million.

Xi Ci's eyes lit up: For real? Has God finally shown me some mercy?!

The white puffball smiled mysteriously.

When he reached the first mission world and saw the devastation all around him, Xi Ci cried out inside: Why would I want a hundred million in a zombie apocalypse? No way, no way, I'm going on strike! I'm not doing this! What the heck is this...?

The System panicked: Host, Host, if this world doesn't work out, there's another one after it! If you slack off like this, we'll both be doomed!

Xi Ci, who'd caught the important part, looked completely unconcerned and lay flat: You'll be doomed, you'll be doomed. I've already died once, so what does it matter if it happens again?

The System started trying to save itself: Then I'll give you benefits, I'll give you a golden finger! Host, you have to pull yourself together!

Xi Ci curled his thin lips into a smile: Let's see. What kind of benefit?

It turned out to be a lottery machine. The little thing was pretty clever.

He tapped it at random in his mind. The lottery machine clattered and whirred, then several glittering golden words appeared on the screen: Congratulations! You've won the golden finger "Everyone from Pigs to Dogs Is on My Team"!

Xi Ci's face darkened. And they call this thing a golden finger?!

Note: 1v1, one shou split into pieces. The gong is the weak one, so if you don't like that, feel free to steer clear. I've never shipped characters in other people's work, and I don't like people doing that under my work either. Thanks for respecting that.

Theme: Even when mired in muck, keep your heart turned toward the sea, grow toward the sun, and never give up