Ah? Am I a Magic Stick?

What? Do you think the mallet in front of you is an artifact? Murong He knocked himself in disbelief. The next second, he suddenly bled from all his orifices and died suddenly. Zhang Huan, who was standing next to him, was dumbfounded. He who wanted to die also picked up the mallet and hit himself on the head. The next second, majestic spiritual energy swept through his body, and his realm soared to the ninth level of Nascent Soul. He Xiao, a college graduate who was originally a diaosi, was reborn as a stick with a stick development system. Each owner who obtains the mallet will have a random ability, which can be good or bad. "Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting the first master and opening the dialogue function!" "Ding! Congratulations to the host for knocking the second owner to death and being rewarded with free movement!" "Ding! Congratulations to the host for raising the third master into a plane fairy king and rewarding the soul to leave the body!" "Ding! Congratulations to the host for standing by and causing the death of both parents of the fourth host. Reward Shenxia with the title of Top Ten Good Citizens! A bonus of 200 yuan!" "Ding! Congratulations to the host for traveling through a hundred years, and rewarded with an evolved appearance!" "Ding! Congratulations to the host for becoming the ninety-ninth master. The reward... Goes home." He Xiao burst into tears and burst into tears. Who knows what I have been through these years! ! ! (No heroine + brainless cool writing + interspersed stories + grand world view)