After I became the heroine of an old-school angst novel, the System ordered me to follow the plot and let the male lead cut out my heart to save his beloved.
I dismantled the System into pieces and tore the script to shreds.
Then I married the chancellor, a villain who was supposed to die early in the book, and helped him rise to power.
Later, the male leads knelt outside my residence all night, eyes red. "Please, just look at me."
The chancellor drew me into his arms and chuckled. "My lady, shall I take care of this trash for you?"
