My Brain’s Self-Destruction System

Cui Jiansheng was sick, and seriously so: terminal cancer. The doctors told him to go home, eat and drink whatever he wanted, and start putting his affairs in order.

But when he had given up hope, he discovered that things weren’t as simple as they seemed.

To keep himself alive, Cui Jian gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, clasped his fists, and shouted toward the women’s dormitory, “I am Zhang Wuji of the Ming Order…”

This is the story of a protagonist forced by the System into prostitution, with no say in the matter.