The System Wants to Make Me a Male God, But I Refuse

I don’t want an eight-pack, and I don’t need to be six feet tall. I like my little belly just the way it is.

All I want is a comfortable, carefree life, but the System wants me to conquer the business world.

I’d rather be happy on my own, but the System wants beautiful women all around me.

I don’t want a mansion overlooking the river. I just want a little courtyard in the countryside.

Don’t force me to become a heartthrob!

You lousy System! I’ll never make peace with you!