My name is Su Xiaonuan. I'm a socially anxious writer of smutty fiction, and my daily routine involves begging the moderators to go easy on me.
One day, I wake up to find that my sharp-tongued boss and I have been thrown into a terrifying game of supernatural rules.
While everyone else screams and fights for survival in a haunted hospital, my professional instincts suddenly go haywire
Facing a chaste doctor who wants to kill me, I blurt out, “Doctor, I have a disease... one that makes me love only you.”
The scalpel in his hand clatters to the floor.
After that, things gradually go off the rails.
A cool, scholarly spirit chases me for updates on my BL fanfiction, while a wild clown proposes to me with a fireworks show.
A stiff, old-fashioned vengeful spirit scolds me for being “utterly improper” even as he takes a fatal blow for me.
My harem of supernatural-game love interests just keeps growing.
Then one day, supernatural horrors from all over the world descend upon reality, and the apocalypse looms.
But the “hopeless romantics” among the BOSSes behind me are rubbing their hands together, eager for action:
“Xiaonuan, just point and we'll strike. Who do you want us to bankrupt today?”
At the edge of the world, the cold god finally opens his eyes and pronounces his ultimate judgment:
[Maximum BUG detected. Initiating deletion.]
I smile and reveal my trump card:
“Delete me? Don't forget, you're the first character I ever fell in love with... in my own story.”
