Nine Evils Haunt Me, So I Choose to Be a Good Person

[System + urban cultivation + one heroine + lighthearted comedy + passionate growth]

The System wants me to be a bad guy.

Nine dots of evil intent. Light up one, and your family stays safe a little longer.

Greed, anger, delusion, envy, pride, sloth, murder, deceit, desire. Not one of them sounds like a good deed, but I have to do them.

So I exploit bugs. I steal from thieves and loan sharks, and argue with people until they thank me. The System is furious, saying I don't understand what “evil” means.

There's not a single normal person around me: my childhood friend can make people “unable to see him,” and steals the cafeteria's last serving of braised pork every day; my deskmate makes me do cloze exercises more ruthlessly than the System does; and the old man guarding the back gate says my grandfather owes him three drinks.

My dad is in a sealed prison. The key is with me.

All nine have to light up before I can open the door.

But the brighter they shine, the tighter the lock gets.

Some people say I'll turn into that kind of person sooner or later.

But when I go home every day, my mom is still simmering soup in the kitchen.

Five of the nine dots of evil intent are lit.

Four to go.

The System says I'm not a good person. I say, “That's none of your business.”

You have to be able to face your conscience. Even if the System thinks it isn't worth much.