"What is your name?"
"A name is merely a designation. Having completely laid flat, I no longer need such things. Just call me Lay Flat Person."
"..."
After the corner of her eye twitched, the stunning registrar continued somewhat awkwardly, "All right. What Special Ability do you possess?"
Lay Flat Person spread his hands with utter composure.
"None. I'm a complete piece of trash. I'm probably not even a match for you. Just write 'trash' in the ability field."
I walk upright and sit straight.
The extent of my uselessness is beyond your imagination.
Lazy, ugly, greedy, gluttonous, and sleepy.
Steady as a rock!
Yet, faced with such an honest answer, the beautiful registrar found herself in a difficult position.
She suspected he was messing with her, but had no evidence.
All she could do was helplessly remind him, "Are you sure you want me to register it like that?"
"Very sure."
Seeing how firm his attitude was, the registrar could only reply, "All right..."
Before this, she had encountered several strange Transmigrators. Otherwise, she would definitely have assumed Lay Flat Person was messing with her, rather than wondering whether he might be messing with her.
Clinging to the principle of never abandoning or giving up, she added, "The Court of Transmigrators is currently at war with the Reincarnator Forum. The Flames of War have spread across three hundred worlds, so the front lines need manpower. Would you be interested in joining? The rewards we offer are extremely generous..."
"No need. I don't have much combat power, so I won't go make up the numbers or hold everyone back."
"..."
Half an hour later.
Under the supervision of a staff member.
A standalone multi-level villa with its own garden and swimming pool, spanning more than three thousand square meters,