This Really Isn't a Soft-Rice System

[Seme protagonist, sweet romance, quick transmigration anthology, see the author's note in Chapter 1 for content warnings]

001 is the first employee of the Happy Life Department in the interstellar System.

Its motto is: We want every Host to live a life without regrets, full of happiness and fulfillment!

So it eagerly binds itself to Hosts, hoping to help those who suffered tragic fates in their previous lives find happiness through hard work and perseverance.

But... why are all its Hosts (reluctantly) living off someone else?

Entertainment Industry World

Shen Xing is a C-list actor who died unexpectedly just before becoming famous in his previous life. With the System's help, he gets a second chance at life. While investigating the truth, he meets Huo Qichen.

Their positions switch twice.

The first time, Shen Xing raises a glass of red wine beneath a dazzling yet cold crystal chandelier and toasts Huo Qichen. His deference is weighed down by the pressure he is under.

“To you, sir.”

The rim of the wineglass glints with a sharp, cold light. The man sits at the head of the table, replying with an intrigued, appraising look. Later, he rubs the signet ring on his little finger and smiles, his tone leaving no room for refusal:

“How about you come work for me?”

One stands, the other sits. One holds power and influence, the other has nothing. The chasm of authority creates an enormous disparity between them.

To uncover the truth, Shen Xing has no choice but to live off him.

But later, the disparity remains. It's just that, through countless contests and clashes, the two protagonists switch places.

So the second time, the man who has long held the upper hand kneels before Shen Xing, looking up at him. His voice is hoarse, almost choked with emotion, as he begs using Shen Xing's nickname:

“You don't want to talk to me anymore?”

Shen Xing sits on the sofa and gently lays his hand in the palm the other man extends to him, asking for it. He simply lowers his eyes and looks at him calmly.

One kneels, the other sits. One is utterly bereft, the other shines like a star. The gulf between them in love creates an enormous disparity.

Only the one in control has changed.

*

Interstellar doppelganger romance:

At their first meeting, Shen Ke presses a short dagger to the boy's throat.

His narrow eyes tilt up slightly, and the red mole near the corner of his eye makes his face all the more arresting. Yet he is not voluptuous. He carries the scent of gunpowder, dusk, and withered grass.

The man looks at the one-eyed little wolf baring his teeth in panic and presses the blade harder, nicking the boy's neck. Blood seeps out.

“Little blind one, don't try any tricks with me.”

His words are laden with meaning. With his other hand, he gently pats the boy's face, so much like his own.

“I know you far better than you know yourself.”

Blood gathers into a bead. Shen Ke touches it with a fingertip, then dabs it at the corner of the boy's eye. Crimson trails down as his voice falls nearly silent:

“After all, we're one and the same.”

Later,

The System floats nearby, watching Shen Ke idly swirl the glass in his hand. Amber liquor glows seductively beneath the dazzling lights.

He grabs the young man who has brought him a drink. Shen Ke's long fingers grip the other's chin, sinking into his soft cheek, while his combat boots force the man's knees to buckle.

The grown Wolf King bows before him.

“Little blind one,” Shen Ke murmurs with a sigh, pressing the glass against the man's cheek.

“I told you not to try any tricks with me.”

Watching the young man's face turn paler by the second, Shen Ke downs the drink, leaving just one drop to wipe onto the corner of the other's eye.

The wine is fragrant, but its medicinal taste is bitter. Shen Ke swallows it with a sweet smile. Under the young man's stunned gaze, his peach-blossom eyes shimmer, and the red mole at their corners becomes even more captivating.

“I told you, we're one and the same.”

Whatever you think is what I think.

001: ??? You live off him for food and drink. How can you say that with a straight face?

I asked you to make him happy, not to live off your own past self!

*

Zombie Apocalypse World:

The apocalypse is perilous, and human hearts are even harder to fathom. One careless step can send you tumbling into the abyss.

That's how Shen Nian disappeared amid the unseen clashes and intrigue, taking a blow meant for his longtime friend, Si Ye.

As his consciousness faded, he watched the other man stagger toward him through the blood and could only keep urging him to live.

He never expected to be revived by a System called 001, much less...

What happened to his spirited, proud friend?

Beneath the apocalypse's gloomy, low-hanging sky, withered grass rattles in the gale. A man climbs step by step to a throne piled high with corpses. Blood runs like a river beneath his feet. His expression is crazed, his face splattered with blood, but his gaze is calm.

Shen Nian: ...Wasn't he supposed to be the proud, unruly type? How did he get rewritten into an apocalyptic villain?

Later,

Shen Nian lowers his eyes to the man before him and watches him put a collar around his own neck. The movements are so rough and frantic that bruises rise on his throat. Then Shen Nian watches him cradle his hand with an adoring, tender expression and guide it to the collar.

The man says, “Look. I'm being good.”

Shen Nian sighs, his eyes curving into a smile, but he yanks hard on the collar as he praises him softly:

“Good boy.”

001: ...You... Please just live off him. I'm begging you. I'm afraid he'll go berserk and bite me.

*

Unconventional Road Trip World:

After learning that he would one day work himself to death, Shen Yanci quit the job he had held for years. On New Year's Eve, as snow fell and lights glowed in countless homes, he flew to the other side of the world.

There, the sun shone brightly and the sky was clear.

He bought the heavy-duty off-road vehicle he'd wanted for years, put on his sunglasses, and tore down the roads of New Zealand.

Dust billowed behind him.

Later, on a blue morning, he parked by a deserted stretch of wilderness, sat on the hood, cracked open a can of beer, and quietly waited for the sun to rise.

“Hey, handsome.” A voice came from behind him. He turned around.

A man in a black leather jacket grinned carelessly and stared straight at him, his words hard to read:

“Did you wear glasses before?” He paused. “If you didn't, I'll buy you a pair.”

Shen Yan: ?

Later,

The System watched... Oh, the System had been forcibly shut down.

In a dim room, a long, strong hand takes the silver-rimmed glasses from the bedside table. The veins stand out on the pale back of the hand, exuding sensuality. Shen Yan puts the glasses on, adding a touch of sex appeal to his cool expression.

He reaches out to wipe the sweat from the person beneath him and speaks in an unhurried voice:

“I didn't wear them before, but I do now.”

001: I... You... Never mind...

As long as you're happy.

P.S. The order in which the worlds will be written hasn't been decided yet. Other worlds are still undecided. _(:з"∠)

Another P.S. You've made it this far, so please add it to your favorites. Kisses!

Blurb dated 2024.11.25, screenshot saved.

Theme: Please learn to be happy.