The System That Makes Jokes Come True Has Gone Haywire

After the protagonist transmigrates, a half-baked [Wish-Granting System] binds itself to him. But its activation requirements are infuriating: a wish only comes true at random when he tells a truly heartfelt lame joke or makes a sarcastic remark, and the results are often wildly exaggerated.

·When grumbling about being hungry, he thinks, “If only this bowl could grow braised pork.” The broken bowl really does start endlessly “growing” braised pork, drawing packs of wild dogs from across the city.

When complaining about having no tools, he thinks, “A shared bike would be a godsend right now.” The next day, a batch of strange “divine donkeys” (bicycles), which no one can make sense of, mysteriously appears outside the city, where the locals worship them.

Then comes a pivotal twist: the first time he tries to say something genuinely romantic, the System turns his intended recipient into the very person he fears most, the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard... And so he is forced to walk the tightrope between “trying his best to be funny” and “dying of embarrassment” on his way to the pinnacle of life...