Times had changed. One day, three years later.
Standing atop a certain skyscraper.
As he looked at the glittering lights of the distant city, a dejected-looking man stared at the familiar words marked out before him and muttered in puzzlement:
"This is Earth?"
Yet the spacecraft overhead did not quite match the impression in his memories.
However, before he could even react after speaking, something resembling handcuffs had already been snapped onto his wrists.
Along with them came a sentence.
"Earth my ass!"
"This is Blue Star!"
"Laozi hates Earth transmigrators like you most—the ones who can't tell Earth from Blue Star!"
"Huh?"
Looking at the handcuffs on his wrists, then at the figure who had suddenly appeared beside him, the dejected man who had only just transmigrated over felt rather indignant. Though he had no idea of the other party's background, even after having his identity as a transmigrator exposed in one breath, he still questioned him:
"Friend, what's the meaning of this? You slap cuffs on me right away? Is there no law left?"
Yet despite such treatment, there was not the slightest trace of panic in his voice.
He was steady as a rock!
The reason was simple: he was the host of the Ultimate Lay Flat Person System!
As a super system that had accumulated the resentment of countless Lay Flat People and salted-fish types, so long as he, its host, was useless and lazy enough, he would be invincible!
Not only could no one squeeze even the slightest bit of value out of him, they could not harm him in any way whatsoever!
What was more, under the system's effects, those influenced by it would be forced to provide him with delicious meals and comfortable rooms!
He was steady as hell!
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