When the book-traveling system forced me to follow the plot, I hacked into its backstage.
Now, the male protagonist is crying outside the door and begging me to turn back, the female protagonist is holding my thigh and calling her sister, and the biggest villain of the book is resting lazily on my lap, asking: "Today, should we dismantle the system first, or should we dismantle the male protagonist's company first?"
Intent: This is a story about "choice". When everyone tells you that you must follow the established route, do you have the courage to draw a map yourself?