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This novel will enter VIP on October 25 (tomorrow) at 9 a.m. Three chapters will be updated that day. Thank you for supporting the official edition. [Updates at 9 p.m. Chapter comments are open] On his way home, Jun Bufan received an invitation text from a supernatural livestream. The message was long. Jun Bufan patiently read it all, then replied with two letters: TD. The next second, the sore-losing System dragged him into a beginner instance by force. From then on, his life changed dramatically in every way, including but not limited to: Giving an unreasonable customer his boss's contact information while taking a complaint call (√) Going home for the Mid-Autumn Festival, only for his father to rage and his mother to shriek (√) Blowing up the ancestral hall while visiting the old family home to pay respects to his ancestors (√) Using “System” as his ID to go completely off the rails online (√) And so on, and so forth. Later, viewers noticed that every time Jun Bufan entered a ghost story, all sorts of bugs appeared, from the difficulty level to mission flaws to complaints from the ghosts. The list went on and on. The System was forced to become a miserable young programmer who went bald, chasing after him to push out updated versions. Bug reports on the forum shot up by hundreds in a month, nearly matching the total from the previous several years. What a bountiful harvest. But that wasn't the limit. It was the System's limit. It was only later that viewers realized he'd been behind the earlier bugs posted on the forum, too. And it wasn't just bugs. From the past to the present, he'd left behind legends they could never hope to match. That summer, in the hottest part of the year, the supernatural livestream app logged into Jun Bufan's phone. It was also the last decision the System ever regretted. Excerpt from The Forum Chronicles: The Fall of the Damn System Reader's guide: Top protagonist, max-level handsome top x top-tier BOSS bottom. The bottom is split into multiple fragments, with an amnesia trope. Chinese-style horror instances, focused on plot and puzzle-solving, with the occasional attempt at atmosphere and little folklore. [Coming next] I Have a Bestiary of Spirits Yun Su had a notebook he'd bought for the princely sum of six yuan and fifty cents. It could collect the remains of dead spirits, let him enter their memories of the past, and record their lives. Once a record was complete, a spirit could be reborn as a human. A new page detailing that spirit would appear in the notebook, and its owner could make any wish to the notebook and receive a gift in return. Threefold profit. How could he lose? Yun Su prided himself on being heartless and cold-blooded, able to view every spirit's experiences rationally and record them in objective prose. He had undergone rigorous training and generally refrained from meddling in events that had already taken place. Unless he couldn't help himself. A young man who loved flowers died among them. The peony spirit who had promised to drink with him arrived a hundred years too late. She drank half a pot alone, then withered quietly, her petals falling in front of the young man's grave. Yun Su: Sir, did you drop this pot of osmanthus wine, this jar of apricot-blossom liquor, or this vat of baijiu? The young man, who had just bought flower seedlings: ? The flower spirit, who had just gained sentience: ? The last mermaid in the world sang the song her friend had written for her. On the day they had agreed to meet, she was shot dead. Her friend rode three thousand li, badly wounded, but never made it into the woods. He died to the sound of her lilting song. Yun Su first pulled the arrow from his friend, then stopped the bleeding and bandaged him. Finally, he shouted deep into the woods: “Stop singing! If you keep it up, you'll both die!” The mermaid, interrupted mid-song: ? The friend, unceremoniously pinned to the ground for treatment: ? The nine-tailed white fox, who had lived for over ten thousand years, was still seeking a way to bring someone back to life as it died. Its old friend lay quietly at the bottom of the lake for ten thousand years, the sword in his arms piercing his heart for all that time. Yun Su: Better to start over than spend eternity grieving after death. Today I'm your love-life bodyguard! Someone, get me a private table at West Lake! Then he kicked the white fox's lingering soul into the lake from its memories, where it splashed around and grabbed the hand that had reached out to it ten thousand years ago. When the dragon maiden died, heaven and earth wept. But what haunted her wasn't her own death; it was a memory from the past, a child she hadn't managed to save. Yun Su: Dragons can't come back to life, but I'm a magic lamp. You can make one wish. Dragon maiden: ...I want to give him a beautiful dream, where he has a happy family and a peaceful, joyful life. Yun Su: All right. I'm Yun Duoyu, and I'm backing this project. Notebook: And this is what you call rigorous training? Yun Su: ... Introduction: The protagonist is the top. Yun Su x Xun Ye. Not a horror story. I want to write a strange and fantastical tale of the supernatural, in four episodes. Theme: Face difficulties with a positive attitude and work to overcome them.