Cheng Shu, a former writer of wish-fulfillment stories, died suddenly and got bound to an angst-fiction System that specializes in collecting “misery points.”
Little Angsty: “Host! This is a CEO angst romance! You’re supposed to run away with his baby, get hit by a car, then return five years later with a genius child! You’ll be maxing out your misery points in no time!”
Cheng Shu glances at the CEO in front of her, who has just tossed down divorce papers, and applies for a job at his rival company.
Little Angsty: “??? Host, what are you doing?!”
Cheng Shu: “Isn’t it more satisfying to be his rival than his wife?”
Little Angsty: “Please! Just follow the plot! Just a little!”
Cheng Shu: “Beg me. Though even that might not work.”
Later...
In the world of cultivation, when her sect tries to force her to become a cultivation furnace, she opens a tutoring school and makes the entire cultivation world compete to outdo one another.
In the entertainment industry, the whole internet accuses her of relying on a sugar daddy. She livestreams a clapback, then sings and dances, and her haters become fans.
In the interstellar era, the nobility tries to capture her for experiments. She sends the technical data to everyone for free and personally ignites a revolution.
Little Angsty gradually goes from a humble System begging its Host to follow the plot to the heroine’s straight man, number-one fan, and crybaby.
Until one day, the Supreme God himself steps in...
Little Angsty cries, “Host, run! He’s going to delete me!”
Cheng Shu smiles. “Why run? I’m already here.”
And then the man who has pursued her through five worlds finally can’t hold back and asks:
“When are you finally going to follow the plot I arranged for you?”
Cheng Shu: “What plot did you arrange?”
Man: “For you to be with me.”
Cheng Shu thinks it over. “Well... I could consider it.”
[The System wants me to follow an angst plot, but I insist on living a wish-fulfillment story.]
[Later, the System cries: “Host, if you don’t change course, the Supreme God is going to format me!”]
