Chosen Host: Their Demise is my Currency
"How could a female lead act like this?!"
Miranda Halerich, an avid reader of romance novels, was seething. The reader community, or rather, the market, had gone rotten.
The once-gritty, strong female leads had vanished, replaced by pathetic characters who believed tears could fix everything.
Weak, whiny, manipulable.
Garbage masquerading as protagonists.
"This is insane!" she roared, flinging the book aside after reading a scene where the female lead sobbed in front of her ex-lover, the poor sap burdened by his mother’s failing health.
She bared her teeth in disgust, muttering curses at the unknown author, at the readers, at the entire industry.
"The tropes are bait. The plots are twisted. The characters are trash. I’m done with this nonsense!"
Her raw, unfiltered hatred, for limp FLs, pathetic MLs, and manipulative parasites, all s** no plot tropes, sent ripples through reality itself.
Somewhere in the digital void, a system had been searching for the perfect host.
[HOST DETECTED]
[INITIALIZING SUMMONING SEQUENCE]
[WELCOME, HOST. YOUR HATRED HAS ACTIVATED SYSTEM DEMISE]
Her vision blurred, the world twisted. And just like that…
Miranda Halerich’s life was no longer her own.
She could be under the system’s command… or a Bestie???