Dear reader, hello. My name is Wen Chu. I think I had a strange dream. The moment I woke up, I seemed to suddenly understand the meaning of “Zhuang Zhou dreamed he was a butterfly.” This world is mysterious, and its dimensions are beyond our comprehension. You don’t know whether you’re real, or whether the world you live in is real. Perhaps we’re all just creations of a higher-dimensional System. I have a job: quality-checking the characters produced by our System. Whenever our System creates a low-dimensional world, there are people who are favored by fate, commonly known as protagonists and important characters. But the protagonists and their friends all have predetermined lives and personalities, and we’re the people in charge of making sure they pass inspection. Our title is System Program Quality Inspector. We enter these worlds as the protagonist’s friends or family and watch them closely to see if they measure up. Of course, it doesn’t take long. Once a character deviates from their design, they’re erased. Today, I was sorting through the list of characters who failed inspection in my office space, but somehow I suddenly woke from a dream and found myself transported into it. My name is Wen Chu. I had a dream, but everything in it was so hazy that I can’t remember it anymore. Maybe it was just an ordinary dream. Tomorrow, I’m to marry Crown Prince Rong Heng.
