I transmigrated to ancient times, specifically to a place called the Eastern Desolate Sect. Rumor has it that this place is a high-yield factory for tragic protagonists.

Aside from the daily casual sacrifice of one or two cannon fodder characters, the nightly routine consists of weeping and blood-curdling screams that rival a horror movie festival. To keep my head on my shoulders, I thought long and hard and decided to become the ultimate King of Survival a professional background character.

Thus, I secretly formulated a set of survival rules for myself:

The tallest tree catches the wind. Never be the one to stand out; remain a safe background prop.

As long as I run fast enough, death can’t catch me. (System, set up the teleportation skill immediately!)

Sympathizing with the protagonist only brings disaster. I should focus on sympathizing with myself for transmigrating into an angst novel.

If all else fails, delete the account and start over. I’m exhausted; let it all burn.

To my absolute shock, while I was busy laying low, I somehow ended up becoming a legend.

“Have you heard of Lu Yinchen? His Qinggong is number one in the world unparalleled!”

As everyone knows, being the center of attention is a good thing in a “face-slapping” power fantasy, but this is a insane, sadistic angst novel! I clutch my heart, liver, spleen, and lungs, living in constant fear that someone has set their sights on me.

System: 【Host, don’t panic. A fresh story just for you has been released. It’s titled “The Sweet Romance of the Eastern Desolate Sect.”】

Me: ???

You must take me for a fool. Is it too late to fake my own death now?!

This is a “joyful” story about a survivalist who only wanted to live out his days safely as a low-level background character, but was pushed step-by-step into the role of the protagonist by one accident after another.

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