I am omnipotent because of wine

Style is now in the prime of life, loves wine, occasionally drinks too much and brags with a few friends, it can be said that he has learned the essence of the bad habits of young people.

However, he is still a winner in life that others feel envious of. Many years ago, when he was not even an adult, he started a company, focusing on drinks.

It is estimated that it is worth over [-] million since it was listed, a typical winner in life and a domineering president.

Then this domineering president jumped off the building, holding his favorite wine bottle, watching the group of cars on the ground, like ants...

So back to the embrace of God.

Of course not.

To be precise, it happened to hit the head of the system that was flying in the air and could not be seen by humans.

Clang.

This is the sound of the brain hemorrhage that just hit the system with the wine bottle in Style's arms.

The sound of the handover between the two made the system suddenly confused. What's going on?The system doesn't have hands and feet, but it can feel the blood slowly flowing down from its head, making it feel like crying.

As a great system master, it can't be so unlucky, it just escaped from the host of the girl who ran to fall in love with a man, and it's about to be hit by a wine bottle for brain hemorrhage, fart?

However, because the blood of the system is different from the blood of ordinary humans, its blood is transparent, and the style feels like being in the clouds in a daze, and there is still wine at hand. Although it is not in a container, the style is licking the handle... …

[Drip... The host data is being collected. 】

I originally thought that no matter how unlucky I am, I can choose the host system by myself, so I was bound to a drunk man, and this man would howl from time to time when he was drunk.

I don't have the image of an almighty goddess host at all. How can my system be so unlucky? The system is about to collapse now.

The style is bound to the system, and naturally his body is directly pulled into a special environment by the system.

As for the system that has already signed a contract with Style, it can only look at Style Style and sleep soundly while hugging the cerebral hemorrhage that smashed his high-IQ system, but it has not yet broken.

Until style wakes up.

When he found himself lying on the ground, his style didn’t react at all, it’s not normal at all, drunk like him, let alone sleeping on the ground, those who were in the company in the early years, just like to see him as the president The staff said the joke.

He, the president, has slept in elevators, reception desks, sofas, corridors, and emergency exits. The only thing he's lucky about is that he hasn't slept in the toilet yet.

The dizzy style sat up directly from the ground, and the style of a suit and uniform caused his eyes to moisten due to drinking, as if he had just been dripped with eye drops. When he looked at the system, even though he knew it was because of bad luck, The system that had just signed a contract with him felt like it was being tempted to drool.

The transparent smart ball, which was originally invisible to humans, has become a white ball with a sci-fi style because of the contract with the style.

The system that was hit with blood all over his face certainly didn't feel that he would give the man in front of him a good face, so he immediately set up the scene, ready to pretend to be bobby and cheat.

"Welcome to the system space." There must be a rhythm to pretending, and you can't explain everything clearly at once. The system has learned the essence from its previous host, the Almighty Goddess.

"Where is this?" Style's reaction was indeed the same as that of ordinary people, the only difference is that he was sitting up just now, and now he is lying on the ground again.

Lying on his side with his right hand propping his head, because he unbuttoned his shirt a few times when he felt hot from drinking, he is masculine and seductive, and the same face control system can't control his saliva, but he still remembers his revenge!

"This is the system space, I am the system, and you are dead, because you were drunk, you jumped from your own president's office, and you fell so badly that your brains popped out." The system wanted to do it with all its strength. Humanized emotions appear in his mechanical voice, but it still sounds very stiff.

"Oh, so I'm already dead?" Style touched his body, what he wanted to know most was whether his heart was still beating, so when he reached into his shirt collar, the system actually started Nosebleed...

Style: "Uh..."

The heart is still beating, but some people say that after death, there is no difference between the soul and the body, the only difference is whether people can see or not.

"Yes, that's right, you're dead!" The basketball-sized system got a pack of toilet paper out of nowhere and stuck it in that nostril, and it didn't know how it did it.

Anyway, in terms of style, in the blink of an eye, the two holes that originally sprayed nosebleeds were blocked.

"Then why did I come here? I thought that when a person dies, there is nothing left. Even if I prefer mythology, I should go to a place like hell."

Obviously, he was talking about serious things, but after Feng Feng touched his body, he casually looked around the blank space around him, found the wine bottle, sighed, and stretched out his hand to fish it over. He held it in his arms and shook it with satisfaction.

Happiness.

The system was shocked by the feeling that it was made up by its own brain, but it still pays attention to the idea of ​​wanting to cheat the style all the time.

"Because you were chosen by the great System Lord, so you appear here, do you still want to live? If you want to live, just do the task well, then I will give you a chance to be reborn!"

The voice of the blocked nose is still a mechanical system. I feel that my method should be quite clever. After all, the girl who just unbinds it often says that when it makes such a performance, it is particularly convincing.

"I have to live! But I don't want to be reborn." Style said seriously. At first, when the system said he was dead, he didn't respond because his brain hadn't turned around yet.

But the functioning of the brain returned to normal, and when I looked around, I realized that I was in a world without alcohol. Of course, my style strongly expressed my thoughts.

"Then you have to do the task. There is no such thing as a pie in the sky in this world. How can resurrection be such a simple thing? I believe you should understand this system better than me."

In fact, the system that has signed the contract has long since given up on itself. Although it is pretending to be more powerful now, it actually just wants to take a certain amount of initiative in the relationship between the two parties.

"What task?" asked in an appropriate style.

"The full name of this system is the cannon fodder male counterattack life winner system. It literally means that you go to other worlds to help those cannon fodder male counterattacks and become winners in life. When you accumulate enough points, you can be reborn."

The system is seriously fooling around.

The style is also matched with pretending to believe, "Then is there only one world or many worlds where I have to do missions?"

"Of course it's a lot." How could it be easy to cancel the signed contract? In order to prevent some systems from maliciously harming the host, everyone who signed a contract with the system must go through at least ten tasks.

"Then, is there any good wine in those missions?" When Feng Feng said this, he held his wine jar and lowered his head, the system floating above his head proudly, of course he couldn't see the sparkle in his eyes clearly shine.

"Hmph, you really don't have any pursuits. How can a complete and normal world be free of low-level things like wine?"

Even if the system said that wine is a low-level thing, Style never got angry, but continued to say, "Then send me to the mission world."

Life without wine is meaningless. Staying in the system space looking at the empty wine bottle and sniffing the delicate smell in the bottle is like drinking poison to quench your thirst.

The system was stunned for a moment, thinking that the person who hit him was actually quite efficient in his work, so he pulled out the soul of style without saying a word, and threw it into the mission world.

The body lying on the system space is limp, seemingly without any strength. If you observe carefully, you can find that all the muscles of this body have been mobilized to the best state.

And the style, represented by the identity of the overlord, of course can't be as sweet as he shows (silly white).

The feeling of being thrown into a body is very uncomfortable, even worse than being drunk, but I have always had a strong control over myself, and my style certainly cannot be defeated by a small headache.

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was not the picture in front of him, but the picture of the basketball-sized, sci-fi-looking Mr. System explaining things to him.

"You have entered the mission world now, and you will start to accept this mission and body memory in a minute later. The system functions are monotonous. There is only one system mall, and you will get points for completing the mission. It has nothing to do with you for the time being. You do it Task, I will ignore you until I am judged to have completed it, hum."

The brain hemorrhage that was smashed, even in front of the style before, the system gentleman felt that he had put on a big ratio, but the fact is still that the system gentleman was smashed, suffered moderate injuries, and needed a period of time to repair.

The style is so unknown, so it was thrown into a new world.

Indeed, as the system said, after 1 minute, the style began to be watched, the body's memory, and his mission.

After reading it, the key information that the style can extract is as follows.

Style, gender, male, 12 years old, living in an ancient world, as for why he is a cannon fodder male supporting role, it is because the male protagonist of this world recruited him, and when he was a younger brother, he quit, and then was cannon fodder.

The male protagonist is only ten years old now. According to the information obtained by the system, the male protagonist is reborn. He knows the future well, and of course he has a lot of ideas about important roles in the future.

As the protagonist of a cool article, if he fails to recruit, he will naturally be suppressed, and suppression is not about eradicating the grass.There is a possibility of instability. If you want to be stable, you should cut the grass and root it out, lest the spring wind blows and regenerates.

The style is that unstable, and now it is very miserable, almost dying...

The 12-year-old boy has no special identity. He is just an ordinary brothel woman who secretly gave birth to a child after marrying someone. Later, he was thrown to a beggar. As for why he was recruited by the protagonist but refused. His existence is only to set off the protagonist. It's just domineering.

If it is a reality, how can a person who lives a precarious life as a beggar still choose to refuse when faced with someone else's solicitation?

The style was directly followed by the protagonist who was reborn, who said he was going to seize the throne, and sent his bodyguards to beat him up. Then the protagonist felt that he was still young, and killing people would easily leave stains on the emperor or other princes, so he simply sent another Man throws style into the moat.

When the unlucky style woke up, it floated to a bank along the current.

In fact, the original owner of this body has already burped.

The one who was beaten was covered in wounds, and he couldn't swim. He was thrown into the moat. He was a malnourished child, so he had no chance of surviving.