I'm Trying to Get Myself Killed, So Why Are You All Staring at Me?

“System, same old routine this time, right? I transmigrate as a doomed male supporting character, act out every day, rile up all the important characters, then make my getaway?”

[In theory, yes. But, Host, I should warn you that the targets in your previous world all interpreted your death-seeking missions in exactly the opposite way.]

“What do you mean? I insulted every member of F4, threw pickled vegetables at them, spread rumors, and provoked them in public...”

[And then the members of F4 took turns bringing you lunch for an entire semester, pooled their money to buy an apartment and keep you there, and finally cornered you in the living room, calling you “wife.” It has been determined that, in their eyes, your “death-seeking” was basically “flirting.”]

“...Fine, what about a cultivation world this time? Sneak a look while the master is bathing, bully the junior brother, collude with the Demon Lord. Is that enough?”

[The master punished you by making you copy sword manuals, but secretly kept every page of your work; your junior brother brings you osmanthus cakes every day and says, “Senior Brother is so nice”; the Demon Lord left a mark on your wrist so he can talk to you whenever he likes. Also, the sect spirit pact you almost stole was put in a box by the master the next day and placed somewhere you could reach without even stretching.]

Liu Li fell silent for a long while. “...Then what does that mean?”

The System paused for a moment. [It means, “If you want it, just ask.” Host, are you sure you still want to keep trying to get yourself killed? Judging by how things are going, the target in the next world will probably just tie you up and take you home to get married.]

Liu Li took a deep breath. “...Switch. Give me a world where nobody will like me. Now.”