The Days the Death System Treated Me Like Its Baby

Jiang Fu has a secret: she remembers every one of her dreams in perfect detail.

Unfortunately, none of them are pleasant dreams. And in every dream, she encounters all kinds of strange people.

Player: This NPC survived to the very end. There must be a clue on her!

Dungeon boss: Who's this? I'll kill her! Ah, I'm dead.

Jiang Fu in the dream: Feeling stupid? This is my dream.

I walk toward the holy light and enter the lofty temple. The face of the god in my dream has grown indistinct. I can't even tell whether this is real or an illusion. Perhaps I've gone mad, because I remember what They said to me:

"Sweetie, Daddy loves you!"

1. The male lead is decided: he's the System.

2. Third-person narration, and it might be short.

3. I can't think of anything else to say. I'm terrible at writing blurbs. It's just a story about the heroine ruling the death game with an iron fist.

Theme: You think it's a dream? Actually, it's my death-game System!