I transmigrated into a cruel romance novel as the wicked supporting heroine, and my fate was to be fed to the fish by the male lead.
The System coldly issued its final task: “Abuse the male lead's young illegitimate child to complete your evil persona.”
I looked at the scrawny little boy in front of me, still smiling ingratiatingly, and fell silent.
To hell with the persona! I'm raising this kid!
I started a global livestream titled “A Single Mom's Daily Life Raising Her Child.”
The viewers went from calling me an attention seeker to watching me turn a terrible hand into a happy ending, raising the little one to be chubby and bright, and teaching him to be clever and well-mannered.
Then one day, the male lead, a man with power over the world, kicked down my door. His eyes red, he said, “Come home with me.”
I scooped up the child and prepared to run, but a mysterious force suddenly cut off the livestream.
The final thing viewers around the world heard was a childish yet imperious voice booming through their screens:
“Warning! A malicious higher-dimensional System has invaded my mother's brain!”
“You trash who dare force my mommy to follow the plot, I've got you locked on.”
It turned out my kid was the true “god” of this world.
This can be written. Super nice