The Anti-Immortal Cultivating and Killing Game of the Worker-Beater Little K

"Renew your parents' oxygen. There are 3592 days left." "Your new master has 358 days left to seize his body." "And there are still 72 hours left for the company's pursuit fleet to arrive on this planet." My name is Little K, a customer service member who escaped from an interstellar sweatshop and has now become a loser at the bottom of the world of immortality. In my head, three countdowns were screaming at the same time. In order to survive, I just swallowed the energy liquid that could blow me up into fireworks, and aimed at the senior brothers and sisters who wanted me to "die socially". But I know this isn't even an appetizer. The real desperate situation has just begun now.