The System told me to win over a smug, mediocre man, or I’d die.
Through tears, I spent three months playing a lovesick, innocent flower until I finally brought him home.
The moment my five brothers saw him
They went mad.
My eldest brother crushed his teacup. “This guy?”
My second brother rolled his eyes. “He doesn’t even make five million a year. How can he call himself successful?”
My third brother took off his sunglasses. “He’s not even a tenth as good-looking as me.”
My fourth brother started sterilizing a scalpel. “He touched my sister’s hand. Should we amputate his?”
My fifth brother hammered away at his keyboard. “This guy’s player history could fill a book.”
The System suddenly sounded an alarm:
[Warning! Target is no longer viable! Countdown to zero life points: 72 hours!]
My vision went black. I prepared to die.
But then I heard my childhood friend’s gentle voice by my ear:
“Don’t be scared. I’ll take apart that piece-of-junk System for you.”
It's so beautiful. There are so many authors like this. Come on, come on. I'll follow the new book soon. ദ്ദി˶>V<)✧
It's okay, but who made the chip?