Douluo Dalu: The System Is Third Brother

A girl has a System.

A girl has a pure and unpretentious System.

A girl has a System with a peculiar, offbeat way of thinking.

System: Please pay attention to the events that occur in the next stage.

Girl: I'll just take things as they come. I'm not scared! [shrugs]

System: [furious] Then stop staring so intently at that book!

[The girl clutches the book tightly in her hands, reading it carefully, word by word.]

System: Host, I'm issuing a mission.

Girl: Not listening, not listening. The turtle is chanting sutras.

[The System quietly flips through its manual, What to Do When the Host Won't Cooperate. It reaches the words "elimination" and silently turns the page. When it sees "get hit by bird droppings," it nods.]

System: Prepare to get hit by bird droppings.

[All along the way, the girl's head seems to be a public restroom for birds. She wears an utterly hopeless expression.]

Girl: Boss, I was wrong! I'll do it. The System and I love to hate each other~

Notes:

1. Updates are irregular.

2. This is fanfiction.

3. I don't bash anyone.

4. Please don't sweat the details too much. Getting zero points for nitpicking doesn't feel great, either. I put effort into creating this, and I hope someone will appreciate it.

5. If you can't keep reading, feel free to leave.

6. I hope all the lovely readers who stop by enjoy it and have a good time.

7. I'll add more if I think of anything, hhhhhhh