Quick Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder Is Busy Smacking Faces

They say tormenting scumbags is fun for a while, but it leads to a funeral pyre afterwards. As stumbling blocks on the paths of others' lives, cannon fodder always finds themselves sinking unco...

Chapter 1 Slapping the Face of a Modern Reborn Immortal Venerable (1)

In fact, many hosts are eager for revenge, suffer setbacks at the start, and are ultimately humanely destroyed by the system. Although this is not stated in the system's terms and conditions, the system has always operated in this way.

The first world is the greatest test for the host. A host who cannot control their emotions is utterly unworthy to be an employee of the Supreme God; their only fate is annihilation. Most importantly, this world is not within the protection period.

"Hmm." Wuyou nodded, then felt the scene before her blur, and she instantly lost all consciousness.

When Wuyou regained consciousness, before she could fully control her body, her hand fell hard due to inertia. She felt a fleshy sensation coming from her palm, accompanied by a 'smack' sound and a pain in her palm.

The saying goes that all force is reciprocal; when you hit someone, your own hand will also hurt. Wuyou has never been an emotional person; she has a detached nature and has never laid a hand on anyone. If someone provokes her, all she has to do is drug them.

With a 'whoosh', Wuyou opened her eyes, couldn't help but shake her hands and show a disgusted expression, then skillfully took a tissue from the side to wipe her palms.

"Miss, I was wrong. I will never do it again. Please give me another chance." A clear female voice rang out, accompanied by the sound of her head being kowtowed repeatedly, causing the floor to shake.

"Alright, get out." Wuyou rubbed her temples, annoyed by the noise; she hated noise the most.

"Yes, Miss." The other person's movements visibly stiffened, and their head bowed even lower. They then carefully retreated, their heart filled with resentment.