The Cool Auntie Guide to Raising a Villain

Summary

The System told me to raise a child.

Me? The person who spent their entire childhood goofing off?

One day, the little villain came home waving two test papers with perfect scores. "I'm going to Harvard!"

I shoved a controller for Call of Duty into his hands. "What's the use of Harvard? Help me rank up first!"

After finals, he hung his head in despair. "I got first place in the grade, but my score dropped by one point. I want to sign up for tutoring."

I mumbled "Sure" through a mouthful of takeout pizza.

The next day, I enrolled him in a gourmet cooking class.