The System told me to use a mother’s love to reform my seven stepsons and stepdaughters, all of whom are thoroughly corrupted and constantly plotting how to take me out.
On day one, the third daughter put arsenic in my tea. I drank it in one gulp, then sent her to see a therapist.
On day two, the eldest daughter had been raised by her father as a hothouse artist. I tossed her an invitation to join a Wall Street quantitative hedge fund. “Stop playing Chopin and learn how to fleece the market with me.”
From day three to day seven, the four young masters’ credit cards all vanished. I sent one to rotate through jobs at the company, forced another to study for the CPA exam, and signed the remaining two up for math olympiad and programming classes.
The System went berserk. “The plot has deviated by 99.9%! The male lead’s romance routes are all ruined!”
I smiled and closed the backend. “Don’t worry. When the male lead comes back, I’ll have a big surprise for him.”
