I, Chosen by the System, Got the Gender Wrong

The scorching summer heat couldn’t dampen the sweetness of a day spent hauling bricks.

Gu Wei pushed a cart full of bricks across the construction site, debating whether to have pickled vegetables or steamed buns for dinner tonight.

Maybe he should treat his significant other to hot pot?

Too bad his significant other hadn’t even been born yet—he’d have to buy a chess set from the store first.

"Hey, buddy, run for it!" A voice suddenly cut through the air, urgent and frantic.

Gu Wei barely had time to look up before a deadly steel rebar came within 0.01 millimeters of his handsome face.

The next moment—smack—he was dead. The bricks in his cart toppled out and landed with a splat on his skull.

But to his surprise, Gu Wei realized he was still conscious.

Just as he thought he was about to earn the title of "Fastest Male Lead to Die in History," a mechanical electronic voice rang clearly in his ears.

"Love Cultivation System binding in progress..."

"Countdown begins."

"10."

"Wait—!" Gu Wei instinctively tried to speak.

"Binding complete!"

Gu Wei: "..."

Great. Not even a second to react. Even taking off pants takes time, doesn’t it?

"Host, please select your gender."

A translucent screen appeared before Gu Wei’s eyes, its edges adorned with intricate golden symbols. Two dazzling golden characters glared back at him, so bright they made his eyes ache slightly.

"Female or Male."

With his already poor eyesight and his desperation to escape this terrifying system, Gu Wei instinctively chose the left option.

But unfortunately, the whole "left for male, right for female" rule meant nothing here.

"Gender selected: Female...??"

Gu Wei could hear the surprise in the electronic voice—and he was just as shocked.

"Due to host’s preference for a female form, initiating soul reconstruction mode. Current progress: 0.01%."

"Wait, I’m a man!"

"Reconstruction complete! Attribute Panel generated successfully!"

"System." Gu Wei was at his limit, his words practically dripping with venom. "Did you pre-download this? How are you so fast?"

Before he could even process it, he felt a tiny, feather-like prick on his body. When he looked down again, he was standing in a vast white space.

Well.

What he had was gone, and what he shouldn’t have had was now very much present.

The only consolation was that her soul form was partially obscured by a misty haze. The only clear reflection was in a full-length mirror standing in the space—revealing a vaguely beautiful face with delicate features and long, slender legs faintly swaying in the mist. At least she looked good.

But that did nothing to curb her desire to strangle the system.

"My name is Si." A melodious voice whispered by Gu Wei’s ear.

Si?

The system was a girl?

Just from her voice, he could imagine a stunningly graceful beauty.

"Host, please remain calm. It has been detected that you were wrongfully killed in your original world. If you can fulfill the wishes of certain characters in the novel’s world and collect their soul energy, once enough is accumulated, you can be resurrected. Additionally, any rewards obtained during the mission—including but not limited to money and items—can be brought back to your original world."

Si’s voice was enchanting, but that wasn’t enough to sway Gu Wei.

After years of wielding the jungle knife on the battlefield of ranked games, his heart had long been frozen solid by the verbal abuse of mid-laners—colder than a Frostfang staff.

But there was one small problem...

"Can I live now?"

"Your corpse has already been reduced to mush." The moment Si finished speaking, a photo of a mangled body appeared on the panel. Judging by the hair color, it was unmistakably Gu Wei.

Gu Wei: "..."

"Then how do I come back to life later?" Gu Wei asked.

"Don’t worry, host. When the time comes, the system will provide a perfectly suitable body for you."

"So what’s the mission?" Gu Wei had already surrendered, waving the white flag at System Si.

Before he could react, the panel before him vanished, replaced by a row of books shimmering with a faint white glow.

Gu Wei randomly flipped open one of them, revealing a line of embossed golden text:

"After Rebirth: I Was Chased by the Gorgeous Superstar Wife"

This title...

Gu Wei’s brows furrowed.

"Host has selected a world. Commencing deployment..." Si’s voice rang out again.

Before he could process it, Gu Wei vanished from the white space.

"Novel plot transmission in progress..."

The female lead, An Wan, was the hottest A-list celebrity in the country. In her free time, she played games and became obsessed with a skilled streamer named A-Chen, captivated by his gameplay.

They eventually met in person, and she discovered that A-Chen—the male lead, Yan Chen—was not only a low-key and handsome streamer but also the owner of a Perfect Life System.

With just a flick of his finger and the completion of a ridiculously simple task, Yan Chen could transfer hundreds of millions into An Wan’s account, not to mention gift her fleets of luxury cars.

Dazzled by such a godlike man, An Wan spent her days fawning over him, completely neglecting her career. Less than six months into their marriage, she gave birth to a child—only to discover, horrifyingly, that her son was hideously ugly, bearing no resemblance to either of them.

Even worse, the once-handsome Yan Chen now appeared in her eyes as a pockmarked, greasy-faced creep.

An Wan wanted a divorce. Young and beautiful, how could she resign herself to being with a man whose very sight made her nauseous? But she had already handed over her family’s business empire to Yan Chen, believing him to be a talented entrepreneur.

By the time she regretted her decision, Yan Chen—now at the peak of his success—had no intention of letting her go.

He framed her for infidelity, forcing her to leave with nothing. Then, with the face fabricated by his Wild System, he seduced the next rising star—a sweet-faced internet celebrity.

After digesting the plot, An Xiaowei (formerly Gu Wei) massaged her temples in frustration.

What kind of absurd storyline was this?!

"An Xiaowei’s wish is to save her love-struck older sister and ensure Yan Chen gets the punishment he deserves."

"Task completion will be evaluated based on host’s performance. A summary panel will appear at the end of the world. Current main quest progress: 0%. Host, please do your best."

With those words, Si disappeared.

An Xiaowei turned to face the mirror.

The girl staring back was petite and adorable, like a budding white orchid. Her waterfall of hair cascaded down to her waist, her fair skin as smooth as a freshly peeled egg, tinged with a soft pink glow. With rosy lips and pearly teeth, even her faintest smile carried an intoxicating sweetness.

Her arms were as slender and tender as bamboo shoots—a light pinch would leave faint red marks. Beneath her sheer white dress, her long, delicate legs peeked through.

This was the face of a first love.

Was this really her?

No, this was clearly her future wife.

An Xiaowei pinched her own cheek—soft as silk, flawless. She could only imagine how breathtaking An Wan must be.

"Currently, An Wan is still in the online dating phase," Si explained. "Since this is a beginner’s world, the timeline is set earlier."

What did that mean?

Would future deployments drop her into worlds where the mission target died the second she opened her eyes?

How was she supposed to survive like that?

Taking a deep breath, An Xiaowei pushed open the door—and saw a curly-haired woman sitting on the sofa.

Her porcelain-white legs were draped over the coffee table, the kind of beauty An Xiaowei had only ever seen on TV—flawless skin, delicate features, and a slender collarbone faintly visible beneath her collar. Her lips were a tender shade of red, and she nibbled lightly on the lower one as she fiddled with the game controller, frustration making her tousle her hair.

"Honey~ I was wrong!" she cooed in a playful, pleading tone.

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