Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

5836 sorted out his messy mood and began to organize his words: [Host, the male protagonist of this world is called Jiang Ping.]

Jiang Zhiyi didn't feel anything: [Duplicate name?]

[No] 5836's ball began to flash, not knowing whether it was surprise or fear: [Host, your dear brother is the male protagonist of this world. I have already asked this side of the Heavenly Dao.]

"Oh, isn't it good that the male lead is my younger brother? Why do you look so terrified?" Jiang Zhiyi asked.

5836 could no longer control his excitement: [Host, we are a cannon fodder system, a marginalized cannon fodder system!

In the previous world, the male protagonist was accidentally addicted to the plot, and the reason is understandable.

Now, we have already influenced the hero's fate, and he has become your younger brother.

Isn’t this terrifying?

He is just a cannon fodder system on the edge, how can he have the ability to influence the male protagonist again and again?

If he goes back and the Lord God accuses him of disturbing the order of heaven, he will have no place to cry.

Although he had asked about the Heavenly Dao, there was nothing wrong with the trajectory.

The way of heaven is also very healthy, it should not be nonsense.

But he was still afraid, because he was just a small system, a very inconspicuous cannon fodder system that could be destroyed if he wasn't careful.

At best, there will be some intersection between the male and female protagonists like in the first world.

What is the situation now?

He is almost bald, but the host is still calm and composed.

"I was born with extraordinary luck. Is there anything wrong with that?" Jiang Zhiyi continued calmly.

It just affected the male protagonist, no need to make a fuss about it.

5836: ...

Well, he is indeed a real dad!

When Jiang Ping was eight years old, Jiang Zhiyi abdicated to Jiang Ping.

He left Jiang Ping with a peaceful and prosperous era that could last for a hundred years as long as he didn't commit suicide, and left the imperial city with Shen Jue.

Jiang Zhiyi and Shen Jue disappeared at the same time, and when the border was attacked, they appeared together and beat the foreigners to tears. Only then did the court officials realize that their legendary emperor and regent were actually a pair of fairy lovers.

Even thousands of years later, their legendary stories are still widely circulated.

……

Jiang Zhiyi opened her eyes and felt a little dizzy, obviously due to lack of sleep.

The surrounding environment was very noisy and filled with a strange smell of cigarettes mixed with sweat.

Jiang Zhiyi frowned and covered his nose.

He was sitting in front of a computer desk with a slightly messy surface. On it was a bottle of mineral water, and the bottle was very soft.

Probably the cheapest.

Wearing wrinkled clothes.

Through the reflection of the computer screen, Jiang Zhiyi could see his messy and unkempt hair.

And heavy black-framed glasses on his eyes.

This image is not bad at all.

Next to him were some middle school boys just like him, typing away on their keyboards.

Wearing headphones, he shouted with his blood boiling.

The game screen is on the display.

Jiang Zhiyi leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.

【Accept the plot.】

The original owner, Jiang Zhiyi, was a freshman in a technical college who went with the flow.

I have been a mixed-up person since I was a child.

I got from elementary school to junior high school, from junior high school to high school, and from high school to the worst-ranked junior college.

These are secondary. What's important is that the original owner was stingy, cowardly, self-deprecating, and also a fucking idealist...

I imagine myself to be very awesome, but in reality I am a stingy and sloppy person who is not welcomed in the dormitory.

Over the years, not to mention making friends, even his own relatives hate his personality.

His shortcoming is that he can’t finish counting even if he keeps counting for a whole day.

During those three years in college, I almost starved the other seven people in my dormitory to death.

Officially graduated from university.

The original owner, who found a job right away, died suddenly after playing games in an Internet cafe for a day to celebrate.

No relatives or friends are heartbroken, and no friends are sad.

But he still has a great wish.

I want to upgrade from a junior college to a bachelor's degree, and to a 985 university.

211 is not even within his consideration.

He also wants to become a rich man, live a glamorous life, and make those who used to look down on him envy him.

[5836, are you sure there's no problem with the mission?] Jiang Zhiyi asked.

Aren’t there a lot of cannon fodder like this?

At least thirty percent of the world is realistic.

There are even 5% who live worse than their original owners.

If everyone looks for the tasker, the world will be in chaos.

What does Tiandao do for a living?

5836 was full of energy, and his anxious heart was finally at ease.

This is the cannon fodder mission he should take!

This is right!

[Host, the original owner is indeed not qualified to seek the arrival of our tasker through the way of heaven.

It’s just that the original owner had been a great and kind person in his previous ten lives, but he didn’t have a good ending in the end.

In this life, he subconsciously gave up, but still did not have a good ending.

Xiti died suddenly one day.

That's why they found the Heavenly Dao and struck a deal with us. This Heavenly Dao allowed us to enter this world and fulfill the original owner's wish. 5836 explained.

The mission has returned to normal, and I feel really relieved.

5836 felt as if his entire body had become lighter.

Jiang Zhiyi opened his eyes, picked up the original owner's mobile phone and checked the original owner's property according to the original owner's memory.

You won’t know until you check, and once you check, you will find that Jiang Zhiyi is also depressed.

Fifty dollars?

The total balance is fifty dollars.

Moreover, one of the shopping apps still owes 119.9 yuan to be repaid.

The repayment date is ten days later.

Jiang Zhiyi held his forehead.

So poor.

Gurgle, gurgle, my stomach growled with hunger.

Jiang Zhiyi ordered some instant noodles at the front desk of the Internet cafe.

With the original owner's current financial resources, even a bowl of instant noodles would be a meal.

After eating, Jiang Zhiyi began to think about how to make money.

He knows medical skills, so he wants to open a clinic?

It doesn’t seem realistic now.

He needs to make money to eat first.

Financial management? Haha, he doesn’t have any capital.

Being a host? Jiang Zhiyi glanced at the chaotic and noisy environment.

forget it.

"Hey, buddy, why did you stop? If you keep on daydreaming, you won't have any more time on your card."

The energetic guy next to him saw that Jiang Zhiyi had been in a daze for a long time after eating instant noodles, so he kindly reminded him.

The "Jian Lai Wan Fa" Internet Cafe is the smallest and most dilapidated old Internet cafe located at the end of the alley behind Haiqing Vocational and Technical College.

Everyone who can come to this small shabby internet cafe is assumed to be poor.

There is no reason for poor people to waste time sitting in front of the computer.

This is not a waste of time but money and life.

Jiang Zhiyi came back to his senses and stared at his game screen.

Because if he stopped, he would have been kicked out long ago.

The window above shows a system warning window about credit point deduction after being reported by a peer.

"Thank you for the reminder." Jiang Zhiyi thanked him.

The energetic young man had already started the next round of fierce fighting and didn't hear what Jiang Zhiyi said at all.

[5836, can I make money playing games?] Jiang Zhiyi asked the system.

He looked and saw that the original owner had charged it for two hours.

One hour is five dollars, and two hours is ten dollars.

There is still an hour and a half left.

Indeed, there is no reason for poor people to waste.

This hour and a half must be used wisely.