All Chapters of System Forced Me to Simp for Scum: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

The rain pelted down on me, quickly soaking through my thin dress.I clutched my knees and huddled at the hotel entrance like a stray dog abandoned by its master.I wanted to leave—wanted to get away from this humiliating place this very second—but the System started screaming in my head."Don't walk away now! Layla, this is crunch time if you want to prove your sincerity to Kendrick."He was just acting out in the heat of the moment. Once he's done and sees you still waiting out here in the rain, his anger will melt into pure heartbreak."Have you forgotten all those classic romance novels? This is the iconic 'confession in the rain' trope. Today's downpour is the perfect catalyst to take your romance to the next level!"I looked up at the sky. The rain was coming down so hard it felt as though the heavens had burst open.My lips were turning blue, and my teeth chattered uncontrollably."I… I'm so cold," I managed to mutter out, my voice trembling."Being cold is the whole po

The days dragged by in a blur of numbness and humiliation.Before long, a date deeply significant to me arrived—the anniversary of Grandma's death, which also happened to be the exact day I had been mysteriously dragged into this novel world.Grandma had been my only family. It was only after she passed away that the System chose me and dumped me into this living hell.The only possession I had managed to bring with me was a simple vintage cherrywood side comb she had left behind.For the past three years, it had been my greatest source of comfort.Every year on this day, I would take it out and talk to it, pretending she was still here with me.But this year, I couldn't even protect this final piece of her memory.Kendrick wanted to throw a massive birthday party for Audrey, and on a whim, he decided to organize a scavenger hunt throughout the villa.He ordered the house manager to scour the entire place for interesting trinkets to use as prizes.Then he spotted the small woo

A few days later, Isaac approached me with an entry form in hand.He encouraged me to enter the International Young Artists Competition, telling me that talent like mine shouldn't stay hidden from the world.So, I drew inspiration from the bitter reality of the past three years and poured everything into my submission piece, titled "The Shackles."The painting caused an absolute sensation the moment it debuted in the preliminary round.It didn't take long for Kendrick to track me down. He immediately leveraged his financial power in an attempt to force me out of the competition.Even the System chimed in, subtly trying to sway me."Layla, you should know when to quit while you're ahead. Artists need financial backing anyway. If you make up with him, your future will be so much brighter. Going head-to-head with someone like him never ends well."The night before the finals, Isaac came to see me, his expression solemn."Layla, Miller Group wants to buy the rights to your artwork.

Kendrick had officially become the very thing people mocked—a pathetic, desperate simp.Applying that label to a man like him was the ultimate irony.Every single day, regardless of the weather, he waited outside my gallery.He even went so far as to buy out companies that so much as inconvenienced me, all in a desperate attempt to coax even the faintest smile from my face.Then, one day, disaster struck.Just as I stepped out of the gallery, a man wearing a face mask and a low-slung baseball cap suddenly lunged out from the shadows, brandishing a knife and driving it straight at me!He moved with terrifying speed. I didn't even have time to register what was happening, let alone react.But Kendrick, who had been lingering nearby, moved as though he had anticipated this exact scenario all along. Without a second thought, he threw himself in front of me, using his own body as a shield to take the blow.As the knife sank deep into his abdomen, his eyes locked onto mine, and of al

I snapped awake with a jolt, finding myself trapped in a void of pure white.The last thing I remembered was jumping off the elevated display stage."You are not dead."A voice suddenly echoed from the depths of my consciousness. Unlike the System's glitchy, synthetic drone, this voice carried a profound and commanding authority.Without warning, scenes of everything that had happened after my death flashed before my eyes like a fast-forwarded film.I saw Kendrick clutching at empty air, kneeling beside the drying pool of blood as he completely lost his mind. He would spend the rest of his life trapped in an endless prison of regret.Then I saw the System that had once held me at its mercy being violently purged in a catastrophic storm of corrupted data.The majestic voice echoed once more. "System Operational Unit 734. Core mission failure confirmed. Severe protocol violation detected. Execution via complete system purge initiated.""Why?" I asked. "Why am I still alive?""Mi