The System Helps Raise Kids and Wrecks the High Martial World

[A totally unhinged story. Anyone in a normal state of mind, stay away.] My name is Bieshe. It’s a bit weird, I know, but my dad’s name is even weirder: System. While other kids are tortured by their fathers signing them up for tutoring classes to improve their scores on the martial arts college entrance exam, my dear old dad stays by my side every step of the way, teaching me The Techniques and Art of Hacking People to Pieces, Exotic Beast Combat Skills, Dark Psychology, Eighteen Ways to Get the Drop on Someone, and Backstabbing and Counter-Backstabbing. Though he never shows up in person, I know this is his way of showing fatherly love. He’s afraid I’ll become too dependent on him. Love you, Dad. My name is ▇▇▇. As you can see, I’m a System, and I’m preparing my graduation project. I was so excited that I arrived too early, and upon landing, I got bound to a baby! Well, a baby it is. I’ll wait for the Host’s parents first... What? They abandoned the Host?!! My graduation project! Don’t die! How am I supposed to graduate if you die? I’m completely falling apart here. I’m supposed to raise a kid? I don’t have the functions or experience for that! I’ll just have to grit my teeth and do it. I asked some senior Systems for books written by their outstanding Hosts. They’re full of life experience from countless excellent Hosts, so they’re bound to be perfect for raising a baby! “Dad, that planet’s blocking my sunshine. Can we blow it up?” Sure, just don’t blow it into too many pieces. “Daddy~” You’ve already reached the peak of martial arts, and you still expect your System dad to feed you? Oh, well. What can I do when you call me Dad?