Prologue

The sun still rises from the east, and my special magazines are left untouched underneath my bedroom. Today is not much different from yesterday, and probably tomorrow too.

At least that's what I thought.

|System is hungry. System wants you to finish a task. Please feed System.|

"Alright, alright. Geez"

Yes, an actual system. As an ordinary teen who is engrossed with reading webnovels of this genre, you would expect me to be thrilled and happy with the prospects of becoming overpowered whilst saving the world.

Yes, I would. If only it were that kind of system.

'Quest Lists'

With a mental utter, a grocery checklist visibly floated in the air. If mom or sis came here, they'd definitely be shocked, or perhaps not. They've lived through stranger things considering their profession.

Looking at the almost blank checklist, any thoughts of sleep was washed away. I felt a shock run down my spine.

'System... you. I'll kill you.'

|No you can't host. Even if you can, the universe will die along with me, along with you. Stop spouting nonsense and feed System.|

'This damnable system!'

|Host. I'm being serious. Stop dilly dallying or the world will really end.|

A raging volcano inside me is dying to erupt and tear this system to shreds. Slowly, I breathed in, reminding myself I was greater than this spoiled, baby ass system. Unknowingly, I was walking towards the mirror and now facing the reflection of a seventeen-year old with a face ready to be harvested on spring.

I raised both of my hands up in the air and slapped motivation into my face. The burning tinge on my cheeks filled me with the 'I-can do' spirit.

|Host. Hurry. Hurry. I. Need. To. Eat. Host doesn't want 'her' to see those photos right? So host, please feed me NOW.|

'But this damnable system makes it impossible to be motivated.'