Chapter 6: Discord and Doritos

The system says Dragon Valley’s got the best vibes for raising fish. After a few days in Dragon Valley, my wounds are completely healed.

In the original plot, the mermaid princess is locked up in Dragon Valley as a hostage. But she’s got villain KPIs to meet, so she still finds ways to stir up trouble.

The second plot task: Sow discord between the male and female leads, push their relationship forward.

Three steps: first, humiliate the female lead; second, tell her the male lead likes you, make her uncomfortable; third, after she storms out, push her into Old Joe. What happens next—heh heh heh.

The system lets out a creepy laugh.

I ask nervously: "What happens next? Will Morgan get hurt?"

The system won’t tell me, and even scolds me. "Kid, don’t stick your nose in grown-up business. Just do these three steps and don’t worry about the rest."

I hold back tears, sniffling. "Okay, I’ll listen to bro."

Before I can look for Morgan, she finds me first. Morgan is a whale. Because she’s huge, she has to keep eating to stay energized. While shoving Cheetos in her mouth, Morgan questions me.

"What dirty tricks (crunch crunch) did you use to mess with the Dragon Lord’s mind (crunch crunch), even letting you live at the spiritual spring of Dragon Valley?"

Morgan calls me witch every other word, getting more and more into it. "You’re really a skunk in a mask (crunch crunch)—shameless! You’re the kind of girl who’d spill coffee on a white couch and blame the couch."

...

I sigh silently. Morgan’s insult game is strong, even better than my old anti-fans.

Morgan gets tired of cursing, and when I still don’t react, she puts her hands on her hips and frowns. "Aren’t you going to say something?"

I blink: "Huh?"

The system is furious. 'Huh' what, just 'huh'? Hurry up and curse her back! Whatever she says to you, throw it back at her!

I take a deep breath and whisper: "R...reverse."

The system is even more frustrated, yanks up the script from the panel, and orders me to read it.

"You whales are all big and rough, ugly as can be. How can you compare to our merfolk—graceful and beautiful? Of course Derek doesn’t like you."

I still don’t speak.

System: "What, can’t read? Fine, I’ll add phonetic spelling for you."

I shake my head: "But body shaming is wrong. Why should whales and merfolk look the same?"

The system is stunned. "You make a good point. Fine, I’ll spend some points to skip this part."

The main event is the next two steps.

I perk up: "Bro, you’re so nice! I’ll definitely finish the quest!"

The system’s tone suddenly turns cold, but the end of each word rises up: "Don’t butter me up, bro doesn’t buy it. Just do the job."

The system calmly moves on. Second step: tell Morgan you like bro—cough, I mean, the male lead.