Don't Mention the System to Me, I'm All In

Ten years ago, I thought the System was my golden finger.

I called it Dad. When it told me to face-slap someone, I did. When it told me to show off, I did.

Then, after squeezing every last bit of value out of me, it kicked me to the curb.

The building collapsed, the money was gone, and my wife ran off.

Ten years later, I'm back.

And I've brought something that specializes in eating Systems.

Conquest System? I'll tamper with its mission and make its Host confess to the head teacher in front of everyone.

Tycoon System? I'll change “spend a fortune” to “toss a thousand paper cranes,” and make its Host go bankrupt on the spot.

Top Student System? I'll make it dance “Little Apple” in the middle of the final exam.

I'm not singling anyone out.

I'm saying every System here is trash.