My Spirit Pet Came Out of the Game, and Now I'm in a Love Triangle

Feng Qingmo was a spirit pet in a game long since forgotten by everyone. He waited and waited for his master to return, never imagining that the server would shut down instead. At the last moment, the spirit pets joined forces to send him to the real world. He had to find his master, restore the server, and protect everyone's home. So, full of confidence, he stepped into the unfamiliar real world. With a flurry of actions that looked impressive but accomplished little, he soon found the master who had gone missing. However... It seemed, perhaps, possibly... He had the wrong person. Coming soon: "The Tyrant Emperor Hates Me." Please add it to your collection! Blurb: Lu Jiange is the disliked cannon-fodder foil in a beloved-by-everyone novel, and his ending is miserable. The good news: He is bound to a System. The bad news: It's a System that makes him risk offending the emperor with blunt remonstrations (basically, a death wish). The tyrannical emperor surveys all beneath heaven, brimming with ambition: "I shall build a Tower to Pluck the Stars!" Lu Jiange trembles, his small frame concealing immense courage: "You don't need to climb so high to see the stars. Just look at the court today, where the people are shining like a flock of monkeys." "I shall cultivate immortality!" Lu Jiange grits his teeth and resists backing away. Shivering, he says sarcastically: "Can Your Majesty not see the immortals on either side of me, lined up like a field of hemp?" "I shall refine pills and live forever!" Lu Jiange thinks it over and over. Soft-hearted but sharp-tongued, he says: "If you want to die, you don't need to find anyone else. I can refine pills too. I guarantee they'll send you straight to the immortals." The handsome emperor's face grows steadily more twisted and terrifying. "How dare you! Aren't you afraid I'll execute your entire clan?" Suddenly, Lu Jiange's legs stop shaking and his hands stop trembling. He stands tall and speaks righteously: "What does it matter if Your Majesty executes ten generations of my clan? I do everything for Your Majesty. My conscience is clear!" The tenth generation of his clan: "...??? Wait, what?" #TheTyrantEmperorAndTheCourtsTopRemonstratorInTheirDailyBattleOfLoveAndHate# #TheDislikedOneBecomesARemonstratingOfficialAndHisTenGenerationsOfKinRegretIt# Theme: Even if mountains and seas lie between us, as long as we head toward each other, we will meet again.