Scumbags Are All Sent to the Crematorium

This generation of hosts was generally incompetent. Either they were moved by a s*umbag’s regret and chose to stay in the small world, or they failed to torment others and were instead tormented themselves, choosing self-destruction. Until she was caught by that boss and became a true tool system.

System: With a status like the boss’s, does she really know how to torment those s*umbag men instead of just killing them directly?

A long time later…

The system looked at the s*umbag men scattered across the scene, who had passed through massive crematoriums and hellish battlegrounds, only to all end up in graves—yet still clung desperately to the boss, humble to the point of dust. The system was at a loss for words.

Sha Luo smiled and patted her system’s dog head, never looking back at the man who had already gone mad. “Let’s go.”

[——To all beings, she was hell incarnate. But if she were willing to smile at them like she once did, then even if the road was paved with white bones and the carpet soaked in fresh blood, they would still offer up their hearts and feelings willingly.]

Worlds:

① That Junior Sister who was just a detox tool. I saved you, and I saved the one you loved. But in the end, wrapped in a straw mat on a mass grave, I died with no peace.

② That cannon fodder real daughter who committed su*cide from depression. The first half of my life was full of humble longing, the second half became a laughingstock. When I jumped from the rooftop, I only hoped never to be born human again.

③ That puppet master who begged for death but could not die. All beings knew I was your love tribulation, but none knew you were my death tribulation. After that sword pierced my heart, you saw through your love tribulation, your soul returned to your body, and you ascended as an Immortal Lord. But my soul returned, and I could not even beg for death.

④ That substitute little starlet whose beauty was destroyed. This short life was only fit to be someone else’s stand-in. A stand-in for a moment, a stand-in for a lifetime— I was the nameless one unworthy of having a self.