At the engagement party, my fiancé humiliated me in public with his stepsister: 'You have nothing but your surname.' Suddenly, the system bonded with me: go to the underground fight club and save the villain who will one day ruin the whole family. I spent a fortune to buy a bloodied chained beast, stepped into the cage, and told him: 'From today onwards, you only listen to me.' Everyone laughed, saying I’d picked up a mad dog—until he grabbed the insulter by the throat with one hand and kneeled at my feet, kissing the back of my hand: 'Whoever makes you unhappy, I’ll make them kneel.'
