Traveling Through the System Bound to a Miserable Life

On the day I transformed into the male protagonist of ancient sadistic novels, I was bound to the "miserable life system". The system required me to be slapped in the face every day, to have my engagement annulled, and to be punished by kneeling in the ancestral hall. I was crying on the outside, but ecstatic on the inside: Isn't this just lying about winning the script? He was pushed off the cliff by the villain and accidentally picked up the "Sunflower Book". He was punished by sweeping the latrines of the whole sect and fished out the ancient divine sword from the manure pit. Until one day the system crashed and screamed: "Why do you always pick up artifacts when you are unlucky?!" I felt aggrieved and spread my hands: "Maybe I'm more popular with babies?" The villains collectively protested: "This is too obvious!"