[Have you agreed not to write about Conan?
[There is no outline yet, so let's put some copy first]
It's like this, I retired, I stopped working, I applied to the headquarters to bring a semi-retired passerby, and the system randomly found a place in the world to retire.
It was originally agreed that the roles I would play in this world include but are not limited to: passers-by who are evacuated when the black organization conducts explosions, background boards that provide clues at murder scenes, and figures that fill the scene at banquets. They are the kind of characters who are half-framed in comics.
I did a good job and looked at my presence that was less than 10, feeling low and relieved.
Unexpectedly, the main system launched a linkage three-dimensional live broadcast forum to attract traffic. My presence and appearance rate increased crazily, and even my blank settings were automatically completed without knowing when. However, the problem is, I only have one equipped that is 100% empty handed!
At the same time, a suspicious blond and dark-skinned man appeared next to me. It was not my imagination, he was really ogling me. I don't think he is a good person, but the forum says he is extremely popular.
System: There is nothing we can do. Look at this pink love bar, otherwise you will step down from the heroine line.
Me: No, I can still struggle...
And later.
Me and the system: Wait? He doesn't seem to be a good person? ? ? ?
*This world is a black zero line
*Actually, it's a story about Zero always wanting to play in a dark room but the heroine never gave him a chance.
Intention: To be or not to be, that is the question