The day I dressed as the vicious female supporting character in a vampire novel, the system told me:
"Your mission is to complete the plot, have your blood sucked dry by the male protagonist, and end up miserable."
I looked at my account balance—zero.
I read the future script - death.
I nailed the male protagonist's coffin board with my backhand.
"This is a bad supporting role, whoever likes it will be treated as such."
Later, the male protagonist came to seek revenge from me all over the world.
But I became the chief financial officer of the Blood Tribe Council.
Isn't it good to make money? Fall in love? That's going to cost more.
Intention: Escape from the established destiny and live your own life.