In the highest realm of the heavens, where divine beings debated the fate of galaxies and sipped cosmic tea from cups made of stardust, one god was… bored out of his immortal skull.
Loki, the God of Mischief, leaned upside-down off his throne, letting grapes fall into his mouth as he scrolled through the Mortal Observation Orb like it was a magical streaming service.
Explosions in the Fire Realm? Seen it.
Twelve-horned demon invasion? Yawn.
Dragon wars in the North? Predictable.
Hero chosen by sword prophecy #748? Pass.
He kicked his feet like a teenager forced to babysit eternity.
"I swear," Loki groaned, "if I see one more 'Chosen One' brooding on a cliff, I'm going to smite a squirrel out of boredom."
The other gods had long stopped inviting him to meetings. Mostly because last time, he turned the Hall of Judgement into a waterpark and convinced the God of War to wear a tutu.
"They have no taste," Loki muttered, tossing a star into his mouth like popcorn. "What this world needs... is entertainment. Not another broody hero with daddy issues."
He waved a finger lazily at the divine screen. It flipped channels—from epic battles to romance to epic battle-turned-romance. Nothing sparked.
Until...
A stray image. A tiny mortal boy.
Wearing a chicken feather hat.
Licking a frozen pole. In summer.
Loki paused mid-chew.
"What in the nine realms is that?"
The boy poked a beehive. Then ran into a wall. Then tried to flirt with a scarecrow.
Loki leaned forward, eyes gleaming.
"Ohhh… now that's content."
A grin spread across the god's face—a wild, dangerous grin that only meant one thing.
He had found it.
Not a hero.
Not a warrior.
Not a genius.
A complete idiot.
And for the first time in a thousand years, Loki laughed so hard, lightning cracked across the heavens.
"Perfect," he whispered, already snapping his fingers to write divine code. "Let's give him a system. Let's give him chaos. Let's give the mortal realm... a sitcom."
He clapped once.
And the stars shivered.
The God of Mischief had chosen his champion.
Character information
1. Fengye
A 13-year-old dropout who once tried to marry a statue.
Thinks he's a romantic hero, but he's more like a magical disaster.
Brave enough to face dragons, dumb enough to challenge butterflies.
Dreams of becoming the "Prince of Love" in a world that runs from him.
Unknowingly chosen by the gods... probably as a prank.
---
2.Loki (System)
The bored god of mischief taking vacation in system form.
Treats quests like comedy skits and rewards like gacha rolls.
Finds Fengye both annoying and utterly entertaining.
Talks like a sarcastic best friend with admin powers.
Secretly hopes this chaotic kid causes divine-level chaos.
3.Old Man (Unnamed Legendary Cultivator)
A legendary hero with power that shakes mountains… and taste that confuses genders.
Travels the world seeking women, wine, and occasionally enlightenment (in that order).
Adopted Fengye after losing a drunken bet to a beautiful sorceress.
Still haunted by the hot tub moment when he discovered "she" was a "he."
Despite his chaos, no one dares mess with him — not even the gods.
---
4.Mistress Yuli (Formerly Duke Yulan)
A drop-dead gorgeous magic professor with a mysterious past — and a surprising twist.
Masters arcane arts with elegance, precision, and eyebrow-raising charm.
The one who tricked the old man into a bet and won with style.
Students fear her, nobles adore her, and reality bends when she's annoyed.
Secretly finds Fengye amusing and may be keeping a magical eye on him.
---
5.Queen Alira of Aetheria
The stunning, stoic ruler of the magical kingdom and the unwilling recipient of Fengye's love letters.
Commands armies, settles disputes, and reads fanfiction when no one's looking.
Has banned Fengye from palace grounds exactly three times (so far).
Once accidentally read his poem titled "Your Majesty, Marry Me Please (Or Else)."
Still wonders how this kid keeps sneaking past the guards.