I Was Just Scribbling-You Actually Approved It?

Bai Zhu stared at the familiar block characters on the stone slab for a long while without speaking.

[Please complete the inspection record, Administrator.]

He first looked down at himself, then looked up at this vast, blank hellhole, and finally returned his gaze to the words "Administrator."

The familiar feeling of being a wage slave hit him head-on.

Ever since he had transmigrated into this world, he had lost weight and risked his life, yet he had never signed a single contract selling himself away.

And now, this lousy tower wanted to put him to work the moment he arrived?

Bai Zhu cautiously took a step back.

The white walls on both sides, like a program following preset instructions, precisely closed in by half an inch.

The oppressive pressure pressed against his shoulders.

He now believed this place definitely was not some mechanism trap, but that did not mean it was reasonable.

This was clearly a heartless employer. At this rate, if he did not sign something, he was about to go from 3D to 2D.

Bai Zhu clicked his tongue and removed the newly assembled, overly extravagant "pen" from behind his head.

Fine. He would go through the motions first.

Holding the pen, he properly wrote his name on the blank stone slab before him.

"Bai Zhu."

Blue-silver writing appeared in the air, carrying a faint fluctuation of Reiatsu.

The entire white space trembled slightly.

The next second, the white walls acted like an eraser and lightly wiped those two characters away.

A new prompt appeared beneath the stone slab.

[Registered name invalid.]

Bai Zhu's face darkened.

What the hell? Was he not called Bai Zhu?

He tried again. This time, he wrote, "Esteemed Accessory."

The white walls paused for half a second.

They looked