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Entering a Novel, I Pretended to be a Fake System

Fragrant Summer Rice
After being transported into a book, I was forced to become a fake system. Initially, I traveled to the world of Martial Artists with a system plug-in, only to find myself at the mercy of the male protagonist who had me by the throat of destiny. [Beep——Yellow Alert. Host is in a crisis with a 70% chance of being killed by the male protagonist.] [Beep——Orange Alert. Host is in a crisis with an 80% chance of being killed by the male protagonist.] [Beep——Red Alert. Host is in a crisis with a 90% chance of being killed by the male protagonist.] The system plug-in kept beeping alarms, and Jia Xitong was about to achieve the fastest record of death after being transported into a book. With her life on the line, Jia Xitong made an ultimate self-rescue: “Hello, esteemed Host, congratulations on binding with the God System, Commander 14588 is at your service.” From then on, she took the path of the system, leaving the system no path to take. Our service aim is: Be the most shameless intermediary, earn the most dishonest money! Note: The early stage male protagonist is a cold, peerless talent, later becoming a world-destroying demon The female protagonist is a chatterbox, a healing angel earning dishonest money 1V1, both protagonists are clean Welcome to read completed works: ##《Being a Lucky Charm in the Survival Game》## ##《The Villainous Minister Trapped His Tech Geek》## ##《The Little Fairy Always Wants to Get Rich by Studying》##
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