I'm a Demon Cultivator, Not a Conscientious Capitalist
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In reality, Passerby 12121 was a nobody.

He was a mortal with no special talents. His family had no money to buy an Artificial Spiritual Root, so after graduating from high school, he entered society and became a proud Morality actor.

In the Great Qian World, mortals did not have many paths open to them. Becoming an actor was considered one of the more respectable ones.

They needed to play relatively tragic roles. When a cultivator's Moral Score was too low, they would enter a specialized acting base, pay for a Morality package, and earn the recognition of the Day Patrol God or Night Patrol God by rescuing these mortals, thereby refreshing their Morality.

Passerby 12121 played the role of a small-time citizen being robbed. His daily task was to get kicked in the gut by a robber until he coughed up blood, then wait for a cultivator to shout, "Help!" After that, he just had to lie down.

After the cultivator saved him, the Day Patrol God would make a record. Once everything was settled, he could collect a medicinal pill and a day's wages, then spend the rest of the time lying in bed and resting.

If he was lucky, the cultivator would give him a tip. He could save that up as wedding money. If he was lucky enough to have a child with a Spiritual Root, then his later years would be secure.

Even though he knew that having a Spiritual Root did not necessarily mean success, what if it did?

The days spent lying in bed were a little boring, and he could not understand books even if he read them. The supervisor said that honing his acting skills would be better, but what acting did someone who got kicked for a living need?

He

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