What Makes You Think You’re Worthy of My Personal Pursuit?

【Transmigrate into a book + System + Going off the rails + Comedy + Over-the-top melodrama】 #Max-Level Goofball Office Worker vs. Scheming, Split-Apart Male Lead# #He Runs, She Chases, Neither Can Escape# The three most ridiculous things that happened to Su Pengpeng in this life: 1. She won ten million in the lottery, only to get hit by a truck and become a character in a manga-style world. 2. The incompetent King of Hell’s Palace got her soul by mistake. 3. Her resurrection perk came bound to an idiot System that could sing “The Great Compassion Mantra.” When she was forced to take the job “How to Turn Angsty Fiction into a Happy Ending,” she was gripping the King of Hell by the neck and demanding her wages: “What happened to that life as a rich heiress you promised me?” The System’s flattering pop-up appeared: “Dear, clear the four side-story dungeons first to unlock clues to the main quest!” Side quests: Forbidden teacher-student romance, where nobody says what they mean; Two male leads and a stand-in for the one who got away; Two female leads, with love that can never be returned; A darkened male lead and a forced romance. Disaster in progress: “Trying to run again?” Someone crushed the escape manual she’d just written. His eyes were red at the corners, as if stained with blood. “How about I break your legs?” The System shrieked: “His corruption level is at 999%! Run!” Su Pengpeng whipped out her underworld employment contract. “Run from what? I can claim double workers’ compensation for this!” (Important warnings: The heroine specializes in defusing trouble; the male lead is trouble from head to toe; the heroine is a chaotic force who defies every trope; the System crashes on a regular basis; the male lead looks innocent on the outside but is pitch-black within, in every color imaginable; melodramatic plot twists abound.) Sweet and angsty bonus scene: He took up his brush and rewrote the blossoms falling by her temples. “Su Pengpeng, I bought your book of fate.” “How much?” She pulled out an abacus and gave him a wicked smile. “I’ll offer you three thousand little worlds as my betrothal gift, in exchange for you…” He bit her fingertip. “Meeting me first in every world.”