Why should transmigrating mean dutifully completing missions?
Why should binding to a System mean becoming someone's pathetic doormat?
Why should I be treated as a substitute by my master and a tool by my senior brother, then smile and say, "It's fine"?
Sorry, but in this life, I'm done playing nice.
The System told me to reform my villainous senior brother, so I handed him a knife. "Who do you want to kill? I'll help."
The System told me to save the sect from crisis, so I tipped off the enemy. "Hurry up and attack. Don't keep me waiting."
System: [You'll destroy this world if you keep this up!]
I smiled. "Then let it be destroyed. This sorry excuse for a world has needed a reboot for ages."
But I never expected that the man I once pushed into the abyss with my own hands would stand before me again just when I was at my most arrogant.
He looked at me, three thousand years of obsession surging in his eyes. "You owe me for what you did back then. Time to pay up."
It's very good. It's very imaginative. I hope it will be updated soon.