The Birth of the Damned System
The Spring Festival of 2020 was unusually bleak.
A tall, handsome man whose mask couldn't conceal even one ten-thousandth of his astonishing good looks returned home carrying quite a bit of cooked food and beer.
He could have made a living off his face, or returned to that mansion and freeloaded off his family for the rest of his life.
But the pride in his bones made him reject one request after another from rich, beautiful women who wanted to keep him. In the end, he chose the doomed path of writing web novels.
And so, this "solitary old man" and single loser became one of the many utterly unsuccessful authors on Qidian.
"Ugh, if I keep bombing like this, I'll have no choice but to go home and inherit trillions in assets. What a damned life!"
The peerlessly handsome man whose pen name was Wretched Faceless sat in front of his computer, muttering to himself in profound melancholy.
Perhaps even Heaven itself couldn't stand how shameless this fellow was. Thus, a divine thunderbolt descended from the sky and blasted through the electrical circuit!
"Fuck, I've been electrocuted... Following Qidian's usual plot, could I have transmigrated directly?" With his hand on the switch and things scattered all over the floor, the peerlessly handsome man thought this just before he died.
What a pity about those cans of beer and pig's head meat he'd bought with Huabei...
In another world, a transmigrator inherited the name Shimiya Aoba.
However, the damned system that came with his transmigration was screwing him over!
If he wanted to successfully activate the system, he first had to pull out the "oxygen tube" of the "old Madara" before him!
Was that something he could just pull out whenever he wanted?!