“System, you’re sure you want me to rebel?”
“Carve out your own territory and become a king. It’s the foundation of an empire!”
“Okay, I’m turning myself in.”
“...What do you mean, Host?”
“You wouldn’t understand. It’s called trusting the organization.”
Su Yang is the most outrageous Host in the System novel genre.
Other people bind themselves to a System and quietly make a fortune. The very day his System binds to him, he hands it over to the state.
Then things get ridiculous.
The state doesn’t arrest him.
It pays off his mortgage, assigns him three thousand retired special forces experts, and buys him an island in the Pacific.
There’s only one condition: keep cooperating with the System’s rebellion missions, and hand over all the futuristic technology he earns as rewards.
Even more ridiculous, the System has an ancient mindset.
A hundred broadswords count as divine weapons, three thousand special forces soldiers are invincible death warriors, and a deserted island is the perfect place to found a dynasty.
Every mission gets an SSS rating.
Every reward has the academicians holding late-night meetings.
Room-temperature superconductivity, quantum communications, controlled nuclear fusion...
Wearing a dragon robe in an underground palace, Su Yang reports into an encrypted communicator:
“Chief, it’s telling me to conquer more territory again.”
There is a three-second silence on the other end of the line. “Approved.”
I have already been diagnosed with room temperature superconductivity, but I am still worried about whether it is illegal to have a knife in my name. It feels like AI washed the system and handed it over to the country
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A bunch of flying. . .