Yu Ling opened her eyes once again in this new world, only to find herself surrounded by corpses, a scene of utter devastation resembling a living hell, with wails echoing everywhere. An unidentified green liquid spread at her feet, forming a puddle that slowly overflowed and flowed away into the distance.

He looked like he crawled out of this pile of unidentified liquid, without any covering at all; it was truly pitiful.

"Where is this? You can farm points in a place like this? It looks even more disgusting than hell."

[Host, this is hell—but not the hell of the worlds you've experienced. It's the territory of another supreme god, a breeding ground for NPCs.]

The system is already reviewing all the information about the point-farming world. Through comparison, it has concluded that this is the most dangerous SSS-level dimension among the point-farming worlds.

[The host is currently in the birth stage. Once all living things in sight are eliminated, the host will be chosen by the local deity to proceed to the next stage.]

"This new body is surprisingly compatible with me, and I can fully unleash my strength. This group of weak and disgusting things is my specialty."

Yu Ling was eager to try.

However, he still put on Qianhuan first, even though this newly sculpted body was made with the most perfect proportions, he didn't need to show it off to others so openly.

Becoming a creature like an NPC, competing with a group of NPCs for the only chance to escape "hell," is a test for entering the world of point farming. Failure means returning to the starting point, while only those who succeed will be qualified to farm points.

Those who lack the ability often resell the opportunity even if they obtain it through various unforeseen circumstances, because they are not sure if they can get the maximum benefit and are more likely to waste a valuable opportunity.

But Yu Ling is not the kind of person who has luck but mediocre strength. In fact, he has never been lucky at all. Every time, he has to rely on himself to get through it.

Yu Ling hasn't been able to fight freely for a long time. His strength has always been suppressed by the mission world, with one skill being sealed or another being locked.

This time, however, he was working under another god, and he could use all the powers that belonged to him, including those he obtained from completing missions.

If she still can't pass this test, then Yu Ling should go back to the cultivation world to retire.

Soon, the bones scattered everywhere turned into ice flowers, and frost and snow quickly covered everything visible, turning everything white and burying all the filth.

The NPCs' standard black hair was replaced with silver-blue, and their icy eyes exuded a chilling aura. Even Qianhuan cleverly switched her outfit back to a blue and white color scheme. Yuling also replaced the gloomy aura that came with her new body with her own demonic energy during the battle.

This body has a smell of decay and decay, which is the thing that Yu Ling, a tree spirit who loves life, hates the most.

After the area was cleaned up, Yu Ling, the only surviving NPC, was guided by a white light and teleported to a spacious and bright space.

A cold, inorganic female mechanical voice shrilly said: "Those who pass the inspection enter the gray channel. Those who excel in the inspection enter the black channel. Those who are extraordinary in the inspection enter the white channel."

Yu Ling looked around but couldn't see any other life forms. It was probably a message sent by the world's main god to all NPCs.

He wasn't a real NPC, and he didn't know what kind of quality control he had received. However, Yu Ling was very confident in her abilities, so of course she would choose the best one.

The best one definitely has the most money!

After thinking it over, Yu Ling stepped directly into the white teleportation portal.

After a dizzying experience, Yu Ling was transported through the inferior spatial channel of this world's main god and became carsick, waking up groggily in a clean white room.

Everything here is pure white, even the walls of the room are laboratory-grade white, not the randomly generated, multicolored white of plastering. This includes the floors, furniture, and decorations. The only splash of color in the room is the bright red rose in the pure white vase on the windowsill.

[Congratulations, host, you have successfully entered the world of point farming - Infinite Transmigration.]

The following rules apply to the world of point farming, and all players must abide by them.

Rule 1: It is forbidden to reveal any names related to non-worlds in this world, such as "survivors" or "survival points".

Rule 2: Purchasing any products produced by the "God" of this world is prohibited. Violators will have equivalent survival points deducted automatically and their purchased items will be confiscated.

Rule 3: The system shop will be closed in this world, and the system body exchange right will be disabled. Previously purchased items will not be restricted in their use.

Rule 4: Reward points earned in this world are frozen and cannot be traded with others. When a survivor dies/voluntarily leaves/accidentally leaves the point-farming world, they will be converted into Survival Points, the currency in the system shop, at a ratio of 1:1.

Rule 5: Please strictly abide by the built-in rules of the Points Farming World. This system will not be able to provide any further assistance. If needed, please click the Exit Points Farming World button.

Wishing you a fruitful year.

After the system notification beeped, Yu Ling saw that the system had pulled out a bed from the system space, covered it with a small floral quilt, and was ready to go offline.

[Good luck, host! All my abilities have been sealed in this world, so I can only watch you work from here, hehe.]

Yu Ling: "Are you trying to say that you really want to help me, but unfortunately you can't?"

【Yes! 】

"Then you're going to be disappointed. See this black pattern on my wrist? It's a data artifact. Analyze it and see what kind of missions this god has issued. I can't read it."

Yu Ling could certainly read it; he had just finished being a system in the previous world, albeit an imposter.

But to let the system slack off while I have to work hard on tasks? Impossible, I think it's impossible!

The system looked at Yu Ling's wrist and found that there was indeed a hidden black pattern that all NPCs had. Could it be that the host really did not inherit the NPC's reading skill?

[If the host can't check quests, how can they farm points? Okay, I'll create a data stream for you first, and then modify the real-time translation function. Then the host can view NPC quests through our system panel.]

The system takes on the important task of acting as a translator, which means that whenever there is a task to be done, it has to manually type it out for Yu Ling in the system panel, acting as a diligent little translator.

Yu Ling got what he wanted once again, such as exploiting a certain system to make it accompany him on missions. Afterwards, he recalled those rules in his mind. They were all prohibitions, so it seemed that the mission world he entered with an entry ticket was not the same as the world ruled by the main god of the production system.