I transmigrated into a small skeleton, and the system asked me to block Sun Wukong. Blocking him for thirty seconds rewards one year of cultivation; capturing Tang Seng rewards a Houtian spiritual treasure. The first time, a hum from him turned me into flying ash. The third time, I tricked his master into going to Baihu City to carry nightsoil. The fiftieth time, I detained all four master and disciples in the city to move bricks. The one-hundredth time, Jiaye from Lingshan Sect came to capture me; I hugged him and self-destructed, smiling as I asked him if he had ever seen fireworks. They call that the Journey to the West, and I call that grinding dungeons.