System Auction Shop, I'll sell out across all realms!

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In the desolate wilderness...

A dilapidated thatched hut, drafty from all sides.

The cold wind howled in through the large holes in the roof.

It felt like a slap on the face from a stepmother; it hurt terribly.

Lin Tian huddled on a mud bed covered with dry straw, his vision blurring from hunger.

He hasn't eaten for three whole days, and now he doesn't even have the strength to swallow.

He felt he might be going to die.

Is this the price of time travel?

Lin Tian cursed inwardly.

Two years ago, he was just an ordinary worker in the 21st century.

I squeeze onto the subway every day to rush to finish a project, only to be utterly humiliated by the client.

He was hit by a red car while saving a little girl from crossing the road.

Not only did they fail to save the little girl, they also bumped into her...

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in this desolate place where spiritual energy was scarce and monsters roamed freely.

He had fantasized about it before he transmigrated.

In novels, the protagonists are always blessed with a system and countless opportunities as soon as they transmigrate.

He figured that even if his luck was bad, he could at least make a living, right?

The results of it?

Reality gave him a resounding slap in the face.

Snapped!

That was so crisp and clear.

Two and a half years!

That is, Yi Kun...

There was no opportunity, no serendipitous encounter.

He couldn't even break through the most basic first level of Body Refinement.

Yes, it's that level of being, even less than a passerby in a novel.

In everyone's eyes, he was a complete and utter waste.

In order to survive, he infiltrated the servants' quarters of the Qingyun Sect.

The work is harder than a dog's, but the food is worse than a pig's.

The head servant thought he was stupid and would kick him a few times at the drop of a hat.

Even passing outer disciples would spit at him and casually call him "trash."

He endured.

For two and a half years, I gritted my teeth and swallowed my anger.

But even so, fate still seemed determined to torment him!

I wonder if this is something every time traveler has to go through.

Three months ago, the Qingyun Sect laid off staff from its miscellaneous service department.

Having no cultivation or background, he was the first to be kicked out.

There wasn't even a severance package—no, they gave him a tattered piece of clothing, which made him look like a beggar.

He was just thrown out like that.

He hadn't gone far when he was exhausted and collapsed in the dilapidated thatched hut.

It's so dilapidated it couldn't be more dilapidated.

This was all the possessions he had left after two years of struggling to survive.

unlucky

What a damn bad luck!

Lin Tian, ​​clinging to his last breath, sat up and pressed his rough hands against the cold earthen wall.

White knuckles and blurred vision...

We can't take it anymore, brothers.

He just died like that?

He forced a smile, but his eyes stung uncontrollably.

He hasn't given up in the past two years.

He gets up before dawn every day and, relying on his pitiful memories from his past life, haphazardly tries to improve his body, hoping to cultivate spiritual power.

Unfortunately, a lack of talent is a lack of talent.

No matter how much effort you put in, it's all in vain.

In this dog-eat-dog world, without strength or backing, even survival is a luxury.

He closed his eyes, and scenes from his past life flashed before his eyes.

Although life is ordinary, we have enough to eat, warm clothes to wear, and family to care for us.

But what about coming here?

Alone, he suffered humiliation and hunger.

Finally, like a stray dog, he died in this dilapidated thatched hut where no one knew him.

Not reconciled.

I'd rather die than accept this!

Lin Tian suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with a fierce anger born of despair.

He is twenty-two years old this year. He has been living in this world for two years, suffering all kinds of grievances and trampling.

He had gathered all the elements of a transmigrator: he was humiliated and nearly died...

We should give him a guaranteed minimum return!

Are you really going to let him die like a dog?

That's it for a journey through time?

That's it?!

Just as emotions reached their breaking point—

"Ding!"

A cold, mechanical voice exploded in his mind without warning.

[Host's life is in imminent danger. The Celestial Auction System is now officially bound!]

Lin Tian's body stiffened abruptly, and his pupils shrank to pinpoints.

His previously unfocused eyes suddenly became frighteningly bright.

system?!

These two words struck him like a thunderbolt, piercing through all his despair.

you

Has it finally arrived?

As a time traveler, he knew it all too well.

In the online novels I read in my previous life, the system was the transmigrator's golden finger, the confidence to defy fate!

He waited for two whole years.

For two years, he even thought he was an alien abandoned by God.

Unexpectedly—at the very last moment before he was about to die, the system arrived!

Is this the meaning of "Heaven will entrust great responsibilities to those who are first tested and tempered"?

Our ancestors were right!

Lin Tian's heart pounded wildly, and a strange strength suddenly surged from his nearly exhausted body.

He staggered to his feet, bracing himself against the earthen bed, his eyes filled with barely suppressed ecstasy.

"System! What abilities do you have?!"

He asked anxiously in his heart, his voice hoarse, dry, and trembling.

This system is the supreme, unique, and invincible auction system in all the heavens and throughout eternity.

The host can obtain system rewards by auctioning items.

[All items auctioned by the host will receive a 100-fold return.]

[Current system level: Level 1 - 100x return.]

A hundredfold return?!

Lin Tian froze on the spot, his mind going blank.

Sell ​​one item and get a hundred back?

No, no

What's the use of quantity if you only have a certain amount? You get a pack back for every Want Want Little Bun you buy?

Aren't you talking nonsense?

This should be a hundredfold return on quality.

Sell ​​one sacred artifact and get one imperial weapon back!

"Awesome!"

Lin Tian used his last bit of strength to shout loudly, and then collapsed straight down.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, and the sharp pain brought him fully awake.

This is not a dream

It wasn't just a cursory glance.

All of this is true.

Two years of humiliation and despair—finally over!

[Ding! Host's current situation detected: Desolate wilderness, no food or clothing, no cultivation, survival probability 2.5%.]

[New player protection mechanism activated - targeted teleportation!]

[Teleportation Destination: Qingzhou, Great Yan Dynasty, Xuantian City!]

The moment the system notification sound ended, a circle of golden light suddenly exploded beneath Lin Tian's feet.

Countless tiny golden runes rose from the ground, rapidly circulating around his body.

A gentle yet irresistible force instantly enveloped his entire body, gently lifting him into the air.

"wait--"

He only had time to utter one word.

The scenery in front of me began to distort and blur wildly.

The dilapidated thatched hut vanished in an instant.

Wild animals in the wilderness have also completely disappeared.

Instead, I felt relaxed all over and full of hope.

Two years of forbearance.

A complete turnaround!

whoosh-

A flash of golden light, and it vanished completely into the sky.

In front of the thatched hut, only a few withered leaves, whipped up by the strong wind, swirled in the cold air and gently fell to the ground.

It was so quiet that it was as if no one had ever been there.

Lin Tian, ​​on the other hand, had already been firmly enveloped by the system and had broken through the clouds.

Towards that magnificent and bustling Xuantian City—

Speeding along at breakneck speed!

(Thank you for watching, dads. Feel free to criticize me; I will do my best to correct my mistakes.)