QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)-Chapter 64: Slave contract

Chapter 64 –

> [System Points are not just some system currency!]

System 404 sounded personally offended, which was impressive, considering it didn’t technically have feelings.

> [They’re converted from a completed world’s Stability Essence! The more stable the narrative thread and karmic balance, the purer the essence. The purer the essence, the more System Points.]

Daphne raised a brow, still squishing the glowing orb absently like it was a sentient stress toy.

"So you’re saying," she began slowly, "the whole point of these missions is to wring emotional and narrative coherence out of chaotic multiverse dumpster fires in exchange for... what? Interdimensional karma coupons?"

> [They are highly regulated multiversal operating credits!]

She blinked. "...So karma coupons."

> [NO!]

She gave the orb a small flick.

"Then what are they for?"

The system grumbled (digitally), resigned to its fate.

> [They’re used to upgrade systems.]

[I can unlock better host tools, request emergency assistance, improve world rendering quality, reduce loading glitches, access higher-quality narrative blueprints, and—eventually—upgrade into a higher-tier classification.]

Her eyes sparkled. "Higher-tier? You mean..." she drawled, drawing out the pause for dramatic effect, "you’re... low tier?"

> [...Well. A bit.] the system said.

There was silence.

Then a very slow, very dangerous smile spread across Daphne’s face.

"My, my..." she purred, circling the orb like a lion in a suit. "It seems our dear system is a bit low on the food chain. Tch, tch. Is that why you’re always so... Stuck up?"

> [I am not stuck up—]

"Oh sweetheart," Daphne cut in, voice dripping with mock sympathy, "You’re just a little pawn trying to climb the corporate system ladder, aren’t you?"

> [I am a certified 99th Generation dimensional stabilizer—]

"Bottom of your class," she added helpfully.

> [That is classified information.]

"You told me that during one of your nervous breakdowns," she reminded it.

> [It wasn’t a breakdown! It was a performance optimization hiccup!]

Daphne just hummed thoughtfully, squeezing the orb again.

"So the better I do in these dumb worlds, the more points you get. And if you get enough of them, you can finally stop being the embarrassment of the System Network."

> [That’s... not incorrect.]

Daphne raised an eyebrow.

"But what do I get out of all this?"

> [Essence Points.] The system tried to sound enthusiastic. [They’re converted into soul power, which stabilizes your soul across worlds and allows you to retain key traits. You also get System Points—your version—that can be used in the System Shop.]

Daphne’s eyes sharpened. She perked up like a cat hearing the treat bag crinkle.

"Shop, you say?"

> [Correct. You can exchange points for skills, weapons, memory slots, passive buffs, elixirs, glamor settings—]

"WEAPONS?!" she practically shouted.

She stood up straighter. "Great. Show me the shop interface. Let’s start with the good stuff."

> [You can’t.]

"...What?"

> [The shop unlocks at 500 System Points.]

Daphne stared at the orb.

The orb dimmed slightly. It could feel the pressure of incoming judgment.

"How many points do I have?" she asked.

Silence.

"System."

> [Low-tier worlds provide approximately 1,000 SP if completed with 100% stability.]

"That’s not what I asked."

> [You currently have...]

The system hesitated.

[189 SP.] Lol

Daphne blinked.

Then blinked again.

Then let out a long, tired sigh that felt like it was drawn from the depths of ten lifetimes.

"So what," she muttered, massaging her temple, "I’m supposed to spend the rest of eternity grinding stability essence for a system that cries when I poke it too hard?"

> [Actually,] System 404 replied with suspiciously chipper timing, [you can break the contract and permanently settle in a world of your choosing once you reach 10,000,000 SP.]

Daphne stopped.

Very slowly turned her head to look at it.

"...Ten million?" she repeated flatly.

> [Correct.]

"And you said a completed world gives me—what? A thousand?"

> [Low-tier ones do. If completed perfectly. Which, may I remind you—you did not.]

She inhaled deeply. "So, if I do the math right, that’s like—"

> [Minimum 1,000 low-tier worlds, yes.]

Daphne stared into the void, reconsidering every life choice she’d ever made.

> [But!] the system added quickly, like a student trying to salvage a failing presentation, [Mid-tier worlds grant 5,000 SP, and high-tier worlds can yield up to 20,000 depending on complexity.]

"So, realistically, I only need to emotionally disembowel myself in, what, 600 to 700 worlds?" she said, smiling in the way people do when they’ve completely lost their grip on reality.

> [Give or take.]

She stared at the orb. Then at empty space. Then back at the orb.

"This is a slave contract."

> [We prefer the term ’life-enhancing transmigrational partnership.’]

"Slave. Contract."

> [With performance bonuses.]

"I’m going to put you in a blender."

> [Your threats have been logged. Again.]

Daphne Han, elite businesswoman and now dimensionally indentured soul, sighed and let her head tilt back as if the sterile white ceiling would offer mercy.

It did not.

No light.

No escape.

Only fluorescent existentialism.

"Dammit," she muttered.

"Why couldn’t you have been a different kind of system? I don’t know—a fighting system? A farming one? Hell, even a cooking system sounds more peaceful. But no. I get you. The Harem one. So now I’m stuck dealing with emotionally constipated male leads like Jiang Wei for centuries."

She gave the blue orb another brutal squeeze, grinding it between her palms like a stress toy that owed her money.

> [OW—HEY! Stop that! My data compression rates are sensitive!]

"I don’t care if your code gets bruised," she growled.

> [I know! That’s why my original host was supposed to be someone fit for me!! A gentle, cooperative, emotionally stunted beta male with a thing for women in distress!]

She blinked. "That’s your type?"

> [He was perfect. He said ’yes’ before I even finished my speech.]

"Yeah, well. He also got yeeted into the void because your system security was trash."

> [Security updates were pending!!]

She smirked, not even bothering to hide the satisfaction as she twisted the orb just a little harder. freewёbnoνel.com

In the distant void desperate cries of System 404 were heard for hours.