Reverse Domestication System

My name is Zhang Xuan. At twenty-five years old, I am a total failure. On the day I couldn't afford my rent, my ex-girlfriend posted a picture of her new boyfriend's Porsche steering wheel. Walking down the alley on my way home, a blue screen suddenly popped up before my eyes: I thought it was a telecommunications scam involving holographic projection, right up until a sharp pain gripped my heart and I realized—it was real. Later on, I discovered that the system was here to harvest my soul. It chose me because I was weak enough, pathetic enough, and easy enough to manipulate. There was just one thing it didn't know. After scraping by in society for seven years, the greatest lesson I learned was simple: I never believe in pies falling from the sky. You want me to be your dog? Sorry. I'm turning the tables right back on you and teaching you a lesson in what it means to practice reverse domestication.