When I was fourteen, I became bound to a System. It told me I was the heroine of a sweet romance novel. If I completed the parts of the story that were meant for me according to its mission prompts, I would receive rewards, which might be money, property, or luxury goods. I agreed without hesitation. After all, I was starving, and I didn't have a single cent to my name. Oh, I almost forgot to explain why the System bound itself to me in the first place. Why was it tempting me with rewards to complete missions? ...Of course, it was because I had awakened. I watched with my own eyes as the male lead, having just escaped from a kidnapper's village, fainted in a filthy, stinking alley. I looked on coldly, utterly without pity
