After Playing the Frail White Moonlight, I Became the Mastermind

[Nontraditional infinite-flow + no romance + handsome but tragic + universally adored] Bu Guichen wakes in a dark alley reeking of decay, with no memories. He only remembers that he seems to have forgotten something incredibly important, until A slightly stammering child’s voice rings in his mind: [H-Host, hello. I’m the Perfect Roleplay System. You can call me 11.] [You must play the role of a frail, beloved white moonlight.] Bu Guichen: ...? Perhaps it’s not just his brain that’s broken; his ears must be, too. What ridiculous thing did he just hear? 11 adds quietly: [You can recover your memories after completing the mission.] Bu Guichen falls silent. After learning about this world, he lowers his eyes and smiles softly. “Sure.” He agrees without hesitation, his fingertips brushing a filthy corner of the wall, while a faint glimmer of excitement flashes in his eyes. And so, the dungeons become his stage. Before others, he is a sacred moonlight who saves all living beings; behind closed doors, he is a hedonist who toys with people’s hearts. He is pale and fragile, yet kindles hope in others when they’re at their most desperate. He saves everyone, then crushes their obsessions to dust. His downcast gaze and gentle cough become an undying fantasy in the hearts of countless players. He treats it all like a game, but the powerful people he once “saved” go mad for him one by one. They tear dungeons apart to shield him, trying to protect this “fragile thing.” Bu Guichen sits carelessly atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, watching the dungeon slowly fall apart before him. He wipes the blood from his lips and whispers to the air, “Zero, this dungeon... seems like it’s about to break.” It seems he may have taken his performance just a little too far.