Song Liang was a kindhearted man, famous for his generosity and goodness. Then he transmigrated into one evil world of monsters and demons after another.
Fortunately, he had a Bad Guy Simulator bound to him.
By simulating evil deeds, it could calculate his odds of success. If he succeeded, his Bad Guy score would increase.
Once his Bad Guy score was high enough, he could exchange it for items and rewards.
The first world: Rules Town.
"...Rule Ten: Every resident of the town must drink from their own personal cup. Anyone who doesn't will be considered a nonresident, and outsiders will be erased."
Song Liang finished reading all the rules and let out a sigh of relief.
There were quite a lot of rules, but it looked like this was just an ordinary little town.
That is, until he discovered that the town's evil pharmacist had poisoned his cup...
The Bad Guy Simulator gave him two choices:
One: Put the tea from his own cup into the cup of the vicious dwarf next door, who was always pretending to be a child. Success rate: 45%.
Two: Pour the poison over the mandrake flowers raised by the murderer, then frame the pharmacist. Success rate: 78%.
Kindhearted Song Liang stared at the two options in silence.
"Please choose as soon as possible. It's not my fault your cup was unlucky enough to be picked by the evil pharmacist, is it?" The System's voice was mocking.
That's right. The evil pharmacist was always poisoning other people's cups. It was incredibly dangerous.
So Song Liang chose to steal everyone's cups in town, to make sure no one would accidentally drink the pharmacist's poison and get poisoned.
The good news was that no one would ever be poisoned unconscious by the pharmacist again.
The bad news was that three days later, every resident of the evil town died of thirst after losing their own cups.
The second world: Puppet Village.
Much later, Song Liang looked at the ruins of all the little worlds.
He couldn't help sighing sadly. "I only wanted to do good deeds. What did I do wrong?"
The remaining residents of the little worlds turned pale at his words and hurriedly kowtowed. "Please, just kill me! Stop torturing me like this! Great Satan, bless me and let me die!!"
Theme: I cherish what is good in my heart; even if I must die nine times, I will not regret it
