Give the Hot Guy a Taste of Dog-Blood Drama

I died. The good news is, I was bound to a System, and once I earn enough points, I can come back to life. The bad news is, it's a melodramatic System. * First identity. [As an orphan taken in by the Zenin family, you enter Jujutsu High and help the assassin you once had a crush on backstab the Six Eyes.] Too weak! After entering Jujutsu High, I bought a strategy guide and evolved. The beginner's gift was the Sharingan, complete with an air of fragile pallor. Only having a crush on the assassin? I was also openly in love with the strongest DK duo, Gojo and Geto. After all, a love quadrangle is the most stable shape. My DK Geto was going to defect! I couldn't allow anyone in this world to understand melodrama better than me! I defected before him, taking the same path as my Sharingan-wielding senior had once taken. After doing all that, I picked the perfect angle and died beautifully. I'd practiced in the mirror over and over. It was definitely my best angle! * Second identity. [You're an orphan, you pass the police academy entrance exam, fall for your classmate Furuya, and are recruited by the police as an undercover agent, then sent into the Black Organization...] Just being fake booze? I joined the organization and fell for my boss, Gin. With Scotch, who was assigned to win me over, that made a perfect love quadrangle. Betrayals, explosions, car accidents, and amnesia came one after another. My boss barely reacted. That guy was terrifyingly tough. I gritted my teeth and exchanged points for the identity of the organization's heir, which came with a bonus past incident. We met when we were children. I got captured and used as a test subject while trying to help him, which eventually caused my health to deteriorate. I used a terminal illness as my death shield. Every melodramatic element was in place. It felt so good. * I came back to life, but gradually noticed more and more strange things happening around me. One day, during a routine search, I found a familiar name from one of my mission worlds. I lay down in despair, closed my eyes, and began to pray. Don't find me. None of that was voluntary. The System made me do it! Here's my upcoming novel, "Wait a Little Longer, My Husband Will Be Dead Soon" I was assigned a mission: become the fickle new wife of the liquor empire's BOSS, then inherit his trillion-yuan fortune and the liquor empire after he dies. Once I'd done that, my mission would be complete and I'd be free. But now there's a huge problem. I'm Tsukishima Toru, I'm 22 years old, and I'm a man. So I had a sudden flash of inspiration: I could cross-dress. Thank goodness I have a pretty face. I looked perfectly convincing in women's clothes, and I got into the estate without a hitch. Now for the bad news: the old man has fallen into a coma, and before we could register our marriage, someone tried to assassinate me. I was lucky to survive, so I went out and hired a bodyguard. The bodyguard had a scar at the corner of his mouth, a handsome face, and an incredible physique. So I asked skeptically, "Will this work? He looks like a host at a nightclub." The man smirked. "You think I can't handle it?" Then one day, I woke up drunk and held my lower back, dumbfounded. Fine, my fickle persona was intact, but wasn't this guy a little too good at it? I didn't have time to do anything else. After much soul-searching, I fired the bodyguard. I chose the liquor empire's Top Killer instead, hoping to recruit him to my side. While working with him, I started an online relationship to maintain my persona. I thought I'd found a loophole. Nobody said I couldn't have an online relationship, right? The other person was a sweet girl called Strawberry Daifuku. We talked for a month and finally arranged to meet. I looked all around the meeting place, but all I saw was a white-haired DK. As soon as he spotted me, he came over and hugged me. Me: "???" How had my cute girlfriend turned into a guy? I was furious! I wanted to break up with him! He smiled and asked, "When is that annoying old man going to die? I can kill him for you." Hearing that made my anger fade. I asked doubtfully, "Can you really do that?" The white-haired DK blinked. "Wow, you actually doubt a high school boy?" Me: "..." That line sounded familiar, so I wisely kept quiet. But after one drink, I still woke up the next day holding my lower back. Me: "..." Drinking is no good. I'm quitting alcohol. Just as I was about to finish the job, my white-haired DK boyfriend suddenly stopped responding. I angrily messaged him that we were breaking up. I had no choice but to focus on the Top Killer again. I needed someone to handle the aftermath after I took out the BOSS. The Top Killer lifted my chin with a finger. His dark green eyes looked at me, his voice cool. "I do like your face, ma'am." All I could do was brush him off. "Wait a little longer. My husband will be dead soon." The Top Killer didn't fall for it. He bent down and kissed me with his cool lips. "...I'll take my payment in advance." I got married. The old man seemed to have used some kind of black technology and was now full of energy. Despite being 130 years old, he showed no sign of dying. But my nightclub-host bodyguard, white-haired DK ex-boyfriend, and cold Top Killer all messaged me, saying they could help me solve my problem. ...I don't need any help. I think I'm going to end up with kidney deficiency. The price is too high, and I can't afford it. I simply struck once, and the old man and I died together. I retired in style. A month later, I was sent back to this world. The System told me that I needed to provide after-sales service for what happened there. Hahaha, you piece of trash System, are you kidding me? Reader's guide * This is fanfiction. The original plot and timeline will be changed, and won't be exactly the same as before. * Out-of-character behavior warning. * Since this is a melodramatic story, there will definitely be angst and misunderstandings that no one bothers to talk about. No matter who suffers, the only person who dies in the end is the protagonist. * Before transmigrating, the protagonist was just a pretty idiot. He won't become an expert at keeping everyone happy right from the start. * This is a self-indulgent return-to-writing project. Don't take it too seriously. Theme: Live with effort and optimism