[An unconventional System story with a lighthearted tone. The male lead has no romance in the main story. Because of the subject matter, there are a lot of original characters! The protagonist is crazy and loses it wherever he goes. What wage worker isn't a little crazy? (If you don't like it, don't read it, and don't insult him.) It won't be very long.]
Le Shile (yue shi le): If you only hold one cannon fodder script, you might truly be cannon fodder. But what if you hold thousands upon thousands of cannon fodder scripts?
Le Shile, maintenance technician at the Interface Maintenance Center, employee number 667772, at your service. To request interface maintenance, please press the hang-up button.
Too many transmigrators have run wild and out of control, throwing the world's storylines into chaos. The main characters' auras are fading, even vanishing altogether. With the world on the brink of collapse and no way to help, the world's consciousness arrives at the Interface Maintenance Center carrying a tattered flyer.
[The Interface Maintenance Center never turns away any small world in need! Every small world can feel a mother's warmth at the Interface Maintenance Center!]
"That's what the slogan says, but..." Le Shile flips through the list of transmigrators handed over by the world's consciousness. Staring at the stack of paper thick enough to use as a weapon, he clicks his tongue. "You've been [beep]ed to pieces."
Le Shile: ?
667773: "You deserved to get censored for that. We're a respectable department, not some sleazy outfit."
Le Shile: (business smile ∩_∩) "Screw your mom."
[The story is about the male lead wearing various secret identities to fix storylines that have become a complete mess. He fixes things, but won't go out of his way to make up for regrets (unless the client pays extra). If you have issues with cross-dressing or all kinds of disguises, run!]
