Chapter 1: The Burnt Vine Signing System.

Chapter 1

A thunderbolt struck a dry tree, igniting a massive forest fire that raged for a day and a night.

The fire was finally extinguished by a heavy rain that drizzled continuously.

In the charred forest, a handsome young man dressed in a white silk robe walked forward, holding an oil paper umbrella.

The young man approached a burnt giant vine.

Lifting his umbrella, he coldly gazed at the vine before him and asked, "Do you desire immortality?"

When natural disasters strike, other creatures can flee, but the tree spirits cannot move from their spots. They can only stand here and await their demise.

Yinzhizhi, the vine demon, on the verge of death, thought she would be reduced to ashes. However, amidst the haze, she heard a pleasant voice.

"I don't want to die. Save me..."

"Make a contract with me, and I can grant you immortality. But you must do things for me. Do you agree?"

A charred tendril trembled and stretched towards him. The tendril lightly touched the oil paper umbrella in his hand, leaving a black mark on it.

"I agree."

...

To this day, Yinzhizhi still feels like she's dreaming!!

"Wouldn't calling you 'System' be too formal? I feel like we'll be together for a long time. Do you have a name?"

Baili Xiaosan sneered, "Let's see if you qualify first. If you can't complete the task I give you, I'll make you disappear in an instant. I don't keep idle people here."

Even though the voice of the System sounded pleasant, why did it speak with such indifference?

Yin Zhizhi pouted unconcernedly, "System, let's start the task. I will prove to you that I'm not an idle person. We will be together for a long time."

"Heh."

A faint mocking voice echoed in her mind.

Baili Xiaosan raised his hand and swiped the floating screen in front of him, and immediately Yin Zhizhi's soul entered a black hole.

"You're too antiquated. I've inputted knowledge of thoughts from ancient times to the future into your mind."

The first world of the transmigration mission, modern society.

...

"That little brat finally returned to the country, but who can take care of her?"

"I dare not take her. I definitely can't control her."

In the conference room of Xingyao Entertainment, the executives and several agents were discussing anxiously.

"Ji Huan! Ji Huan doesn't have any artists in his hands recently, right? Let him take care of Yin Zhizhi. He has the means to handle people."