I'm a horror-game streamer kept alive by a system—and I only have three days left. My viewers ridicule me as a coward who clings to poles and screams, until the system dishes out a quest: "Kiss the most handsome NPC in this scene. Reward: +10 days of life." Ignoring the crew who stage scares, I walk straight to the corner—to the white-clad man rumored to carry the heaviest grudge, the ghost everyone says brings bad luck to anyone who gets close. Under his icy gaze, I tiptoe and kiss him. The next second, his scorching arms clamp around my waist, and his low voice fills the livestream: "You kissed me. Now you must be responsible."