"Can someone write the continuation of this fanfic?"
"Ugh… why are there so many Chinese fanfics these days? It's like everyone's spamming them.
I have nothing against the Chinese themselves… but why are the protagonists always so damn petty and self-absorbed?"
I sighed and opened another novel.
"Alright… let's try another one. Maybe I'll strike gold this time."
A few minutes later…
"Damn it! Another trashy fanfic!"
I grabbed the cup beside me and hurled it toward the door.
BANG!
The cup bounced off the wall, smacked into the TV, and—against all expectations—made it explode in a shower of sparks.
"...Ugh, my head… Why does it feel like I'm floating in space?"
DING!
> [Judge System requests connection.]
"What the hell is this?"
> [This is the Judge System. You can choose to judge a specific group of people.]
[Options: Judge Heroes | Judge Villains | Judge Special Individuals]
Thinking about my sudden "death" and all the irritating fanfic protagonists I'd read about, I knew exactly what to choose.
"Hey, System."
> [Yes?]
"I want to judge the main characters of Chinese fanfics."
> […What kind of choice is that?]
"I'll make them realize that with their empty ideals and extreme worldviews, they're nothing without their authors."
I smirked… and then burst into a low, sinister laugh.
"Hahaha…"