My Cultivation of Immortality Depends Entirely on Acting Badly.

A good-for-nothing who just wants to lie down is forced to be bound to a system that says "the more you mess up, the stronger you get", but he desperately wants to prove that he is really good. As a result, he saves the world in outrageous ways every time he "fucks up", and is mistaken for an unfathomable mysterious boss by the whole world. In this world of immortality: •​The ranking of the sect relies on live broadcast rewards. The elders broadcast live every day to ask for rockets. • The thunder belt barrage system of the Crossing Tribulation Sky, the audience votes to determine the intensity of the thunder tribulation •​The magic weapon needs to be crowdfunded and refined, and the master must sign a share-sharing contract •​Elixirs have weird effects: some "turn into a pig for an hour after eating", and some "fart like thunder"