When Gin Bound the System to a Livestream

[Reader advisory: Gin's characterization has been heavily altered. He appears to be a cold-blooded killer, but inside he's a lazy, chubby shut-in. Because the author finds it amusing, Gin is a fake agent in this story, working for an institution from a certain great country in the East (India: Yes, that's us). He has multiple identities. Just ask why, and the answer is that he's bored.] So, here's the deal: I'm Gin. That's right, the top killer Gin, AKA Conan's number-one punching bag. I thought I could use my cool, domineering, ridiculously awesome image to get even more netizens to pick on me. I should have known. How could today's goofball netizens possibly leave me alone just because of my image? Anyway, I was forced to bind myself to a livestream System. I don't really mind, but I'm worried their worldview might shatter when they see the life-size Lappland figure in my room. After all, that old bastard gave me the image of a cold-blooded killer, Gin-chan. Ugh... Gin-chan sounds so gross. And how am I supposed to tell them that I'm actually a fake agent too? The cold-blooded killer, Gin-chan, propped his chin on his hand and gazed at the livestream chat, filled with messages reading [Undercover Undercover Undercover Undercover Undercover Useless Useless Useless Gin], thinking idly to himself. Theme: Punish evil and promote good; fight crime and root out evil