After the failure of the five-person strategy game, I was read in my mind.

Yi Pingle thought she had reached the peak of her life when she bound the system. But something went wrong in system administration, and she ended up bound to three at once—each with its own mission. The Ruthless Dao System ordered her to kill the whole world. The Almighty System offered anything in exchange, but gave her no points to spend. Worse, her soul was sealed, leaving her body to carry out the tasks on pure instinct. She could only watch helplessly as she was cursed out by her unrelated eldest brother—and still served him soup with a smile. When a paranoid, obsessive man teased her, she jumped off a building to prove her love. She booked hotel rooms for twin scumbags to date other women. When a young master pointed to the balcony and said, “I’ll believe you if you jump,” she jumped. Twenty-three years later, the three systems—having spent twenty years singing outside, been chased down eighteen streets by urban management, and begged enough to pay the sealing fees—finally released Yi Pingle’s self-awareness. She vowed to destroy the whole world and take her revenge with grace. But she didn’t know that everyone could hear her thoughts. At a banquet, five people gathered around, watching her smile like a flower. “Yi Pingle, stop pretending. We will never like you.” Yi Pingle smiled and raised her glass. The five of them froze. What was going on in her mind?