A little junior sister fell from the sky, claiming to be my great-grandmaster, yet all she does is complain that she's hungry or beg for attention.
I only want to earn spirit stones. I don't want a cultivation partner; one would only get in the way of my artifact crafting.
But she clings to me all day, calling me her husband and pestering me to buy her buns and socks. The spirit stones I worked so hard to save are almost gone.
Luckily, she brought me a System, giving me the power to fight the savage beastfolk.
“Senior brother, are we still going to keep our heads down and grow?”
“No. We're building a nuclear bomb.”
I've kept this sword sheathed my whole life. Now it's time to draw it.
