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Automated-Enlightenment.

WSA 2024 Participant---- Please Vote for me! [Warning - Idiot Foolish Selfish Lazy MC. if you like cursing at MC for his laziness, if you want to squeeze the life out of the MC for his stupidness, if you want to pray for MC to die in every chapter for wasting potential and opportunities then this is the story for you.] "Is Automation Cheat Enough? No? I guess I will have to Automate Cheating too." Lu Sheng said standing above a sea of dead bodies as he looked at the very Heaven with a scorn. He's been scammed in hell and now need to work for Hell Guardians. However, his laziness made him gain the power of System, an Automated System. He does not want to work at all, would he survive the fires of Hell or become an Enlightened One? Even his fate is lazy enough not to know. -------------------- #ACTION #ADVENTURE #SYSTEM #WEAKTOSTRONG #CULTIVATION #OVERPOWERED #TRANSMIGRATION #ISEKAI #KINGDOMBUILDING #XIANXIA Sorry, guys, no smut, no harem, no romance, no slice of life, no power of friendship. I would like to Thanks my Top 10 Fans - @Saverius, @caio_henrique, @Urben, @Daoisth3B2ho, @Gideon_Salvatore, @Hyde_Zyn, @xoley, @Puddinggg, @An_Closet and @YourAverage_Reader. Cover art AI generated.

WoodenPaw · Oriental
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0109 - System! You Had One Job! (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

It hadn't been a few minutes as Lu Sheng lay on the barren ground, snoring softly as a somber fog started to swirl around him. The air was thick with a melancholic weight, as if the very land mourned the countless sacrifices it had witnessed. A burial ground of the martyrs who are restless and still looking for solace, a final peace. Yet, oblivious to the sorrowful atmosphere, Lu Sheng slept soundly like a child.

[Wake up, Host. Wake up!]

"What?…" Lu Sheng mumbled, reluctant to open his eyes. "I was just about to get to the good part… why wake me up?"

[It's the ghosts.]

"GHOSTS!??" Lu Sheng's eyes snapped open as he looked around in panic.

Slowly, the fog began to coalesce, forming ethereal shapes that danced at the edges of his vision. Whispers, faint and indistinct, carried on the stale breeze, like the lamentations of restless souls. Lu Sheng stirred, furrowing his brow as the haunting murmurs wormed their way into his subconscious.