I transmigrated into my own book as the villainous master, and a System appeared in my head. Every day, it forced me to follow the plot, either making me scold my disciple or torment the protagonist. “You must make Yun Jin hate you to the core within three days, or you'll be erased!” I turned around and gave my future-dark-side disciple a bowl of restorative chicken soup. The System: [Warning! Electric shock punishment!] My whole body went numb, and the bowl went “crash” onto the floor. Yun Jin looked at the broken bowl, his eyes red. “Master, this disciple isn't worthy...” I endured the tingling and patted his head. “Silly boy, the bowl was just flimsy.” Later, I fought the System's orders in my head, finding loopholes and outsmarting it, while doting on my poor little disciple to no end. Then one day, I realized something was wrong with the System. Its “electric shocks” were illusions, its “erasure” was just an empty threat, and it even mistook [Make him despair] for [Give him hope]. It turned out I'd been bound to a defective program that had gotten its wires crossed and could only read its lines aloud. Me: ...I looked at my disciple, who had already become the greatest sword cultivator in the cultivation world, yet still clung to me every day, fishing for praise. Then I looked at the silly, sweet System in my mind, which could only act cute, roll around, and beg for points to repair itself. Fine. Raising one is raising; raising two is no different. But later, my disciple started looking at me more and more strangely. He held his sword against my neck, his voice trembling. “Master, are you good to me because of... that thing?” The System in my mind instantly crashed. Oh no, my secret identity was exposed. Worse still, it seemed my disciple... didn't want to be my disciple anymore.
Theme: Refuse to let fate dictate your life
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