After being thrown away, the idle Jiang Li gasped for air, his heart pounding in fear.
For an instant, just an instant, he thought he was going to die.
"Look at yourself now, what have you become? Lazy, incompetent, aimless, and wasting your strength."
"Besides the system, what else do you have?"
"The system could be placed on anyone, even given to Jiang Yixing, and Jiang Yixing could have reversed his fate to become the Human Emperor. So, what do you have to be proud of?"
"Everything you have is given by the system."
"And what about your identity as a transmigrator? What use does it serve? Have you used the knowledge from before your transmigration to change anything in the Jiuzhou world?"
"You are a person, a living individual with independent personality, not a puppet of the system!"
"If the system meant you any harm, how would you resist?"
Jiang Li was angry but did not argue.
