Why Is My Host Different from Everyone Else? [Western Fantasy]

Coming soon: "Where's My Huge Shell?" Visit the author's collection and add it to your list.

[Story blurb]

After a system malfunction, a backup System finally succeeds in binding its very first Host. The only problem is that this Host, designed to be a supreme protagonist, has already reached the pinnacle of life all by himself... and no longer needs the System weighing him down.

So how should it make its entrance without getting beaten to death by a Host who's already at the top of the power rankings? Asking online. This is urgent.

"Congratulations, you have successfully bound to the World-Dominating System."

The Host, who stands at the pinnacle of life and has already conquered the world: "?"

"Congratulations, you've triggered your first mission. Recruit a beginner fighter as your underling!"

The Host, whose territory is full of ninth-tier fighters and has not a single beginner fighter: "??"

"An outstanding future overlord needs to expand their social circle before achieving success. Go make a few like-minded friends!"

The Host, who has become a god and is being shunned by the God of Light and the other gods, can fight five opponents at once, and has only one flaw: being so powerful that he has no friends: "..."

Fortunately, besides the main missions fixed in its programming, the System, which is on the verge of getting beaten to death by its Host, can make a few small adjustments to the side missions.

System: "Congratulations, you've triggered a special side mission. Tell your System 'I love you.' Mission reward: You will receive the love of a complete System."

Host: "..."

System: I really have sacrificed so much just to stop my Host from beating me to death.

P.S. A ridiculously overpowered, unstoppable, all-conquering, boisterous and domineering Host with an unidentifiable accent on top X a System who is nothing but a chatterbox, is addicted to gambling, gambles away everything, and is doomed to die if he doesn't court disaster

The setting is a hodgepodge of eastern and western fantasy, with mixed elements and a jumble of influences. Civilization is in the late stages of the First Industrial Revolution.

The whole story is complete nonsense with no logic. If you have objections, please go through the official channels.

One more thing: the author's temper isn't great.

New chapters every night at nine.

Coming Soon Divider

"Where's My Huge Shell!?"

Gui Mao is a homebody. Trusting in his rock-hard turtle shell to keep anyone from bullying him, he stays inside it every day, either sleeping or reading novels and watching shows. But he never expected to wake up one day and find that the shell that could have sheltered him for all eternity... was gone!

=mouth=! Where's my shell?! Where's my huge shell?!

Can a turtle without a shell even be called a turtle?! QWQ

As the bitter truth slowly dawned on Gui Mao in the icy wind, he hugged his frail body and vowed to find his shell!

Heaven rewards the diligent. After enduring all kinds of crowd encounters, each one no less than hell for a socially anxious person, Gui Mao finally sensed his shell amid the endless sea of people!

"Give me back my shell!" he shouted angrily, pointing at the shell thief!

"Yours?" The thief showed not the slightest shame. Instead, he turned the accusation around: "Now, which one of us is the shell thief? Hmm? Little sea hare?"

After the Black Tortoise took human form, he hid his shell away. Who would have thought that ten thousand years later, an uninvited guest would appear inside it? The guest took advantage of his carelessness and treated the shell as his own home. At first, the Black Tortoise let him off because he looked cute and pink. He never expected the little guy to come knocking without knowing what was good for him.

Gui Mao: "=mouth=!" Oh no! He's gone too far. Is there still time to run?!

Black Tortoise: Too late.

Theme: Return to the summit and turn the tables against the odds