Zeroed Out And Going Home

Summary

I became the NPC in a romance novel, and the System’s mission was simple: get the supporting male lead.

He wanted me to fetch his bespoke artisanal coffee, bring him water, and even rub his shoulders after a long day. If he craved a specific kind of late-night ramen from a noodle shop six miles away, I drove straight there.

But when the success meter hit ninety-nine percent, the heroine kissed him right in front of me.

The meter zeroed out.

The System asked me, its voice a tired buzz in my head. “Third failure. Do you want to continue?”