I died. After working on a project for seventy-two straight hours, my heart stopped at my desk at three in the morning.
When I opened my eyes again, I had become a disciple of Lingyun Sect in the cultivation world, with a master-conquest System installed in my head that kept demanding steamy romance.
Make an elder who has cultivated the ruthless path for a thousand years, an iceberg sculpted from ice, fall deeply in love with me? Impossible.
I choose to give up.
So what if I get erased? Bring it on! I'm in a hurry to die... no, in a hurry to clock out!
Nine years passed in the blink of an eye. The System's warnings rang out eight million times, and I treated them like background music.
On the first day of the tenth year, the System's electronic voice sounded right on time: [Conquest failed. Executing erasure. Countdown: ten, nine...]
When it reached "two," the electronic voice suddenly froze.
[External interference detected. Activating emergency protocol. Reverse conquest program loading.]
Me: ?
Wait, my master just started confessing to me in front of everyone...
Is it still in time to have me erased right now? Please, I need an answer. This is really, really, really urgent...
Wait, why do I feel like everyone transmigrated into a book?
Wait, why does this feel even steamier and sweeter than the System?
Aaaaaah, let me fall into temptation!
