Chapter 1: Congratulations, You're a Certified Bitch
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Riku Ayanami stood under a flickering streetlight, his cheap black hoodie soaked in cold rain. It was past midnight, and his phone buzzed endlessly in his pocket with notifications from an ongoing livestream. The air smelled like city sewage, and his shoes were falling apart. He stared at a cracked screen showing a video of his now ex-girlfriend, Yumi Nakahara, laughing with another man.
> "You're broke, jobless, and lame," Yumi giggled. "Why would I stay with a guy like you? This is the upgrade I deserve."
Her new boyfriend was a D-list actor with fake abs and a luxury car. The comment section below was worse than a war zone:
[Yumi really dodged a bullet.]
[Lmfao this guy looks like a depressed NPC.]
[Go cry in your 12 yen bank account, loser.]
Riku closed the stream, his face completely expressionless. He wasn't surprised. He'd suspected for months that Yumi had only stayed with him because of his brief freelance success last year. The moment things went south, she started picking fights, gaslighting him, and finally dropped the breakup bomb during a livestream with 2.3 million viewers watching.
He didn't feel heartbreak. He felt insulted.
He looked up at the rainy sky. "God. If you're listening... I need something. Anything. A sign. A reset button. Or just... I don't know, a way to ruin her entire career."
Suddenly, the streetlight above him shattered.
Then came the voice.
> [Installing... BITCH ALERT SYSTEM]
[System Type: Ultra-Rare Reality Manipulation & Social Domination Class]
[Host Compatibility: 100% – Personality Match: "Cold, Petty, Ruthless When Betrayed"]
[Mission: Expose toxic people. Dominate society. Earn Simp Coins. Never become a simp yourself.]
A holographic blue screen appeared in front of Riku's eyes, like an AR interface only he could see. It was slick, futuristic, edged in neon red with a sarcastic loading bar shaped like a lipstick smear.
> [System Loaded Successfully.]
Welcome, Riku Ayanami,
You are now the Sole Host of the Bitch Alert System (B.A.S.)
You may now scan people to determine their Bitch Index — a ranked scale from Level 1 ("Mildly Toxic") to Level 10 ("Social Nuke").
Expose people publicly to earn Simp Coins, our universal digital currency powered by humiliation and viral backlash.
Current Balance: 9 Quadrillion Simp Coins
First Target: Yumi Nakahara
Loyalty Score: -17
Bitch Index: Level 9.6 – "Deluxe Manipulator in Designer Clothing"
Exposé Available: [✔️]
Riku blinked. "I'm hallucinating."
> [No, you're not.]
[Would you like to Expose Yumi Nakahara now?]
Uploads will automatically link to BAS.Live, a decentralized social network with untraceable servers and real-time viewers.
Live Leak Rating: S-Rank
Estimated Reach: 27 million in 3 hours.
Potential Simp Coin Gain: +1 Trillion
Riku smiled for the first time in weeks.
"Yes."
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In a dark server room somewhere in the digital underworld, the livestream began auto-broadcasting. It showed a collage of Yumi's DMs, filtered voice messages, private chat logs, and videos—each one revealing her manipulation, fake tears, and secret affairs. It ended with her bragging:
> "That loser Riku? I was only dating him until something better showed up."
The internet exploded.
Hashtags like #YumiExposed, #BitchAlertActivated, and #RikuGlowUp began trending worldwide. Major sponsors pulled out of Yumi's deals within 15 minutes.
Riku checked his balance.
> [+1.2 Trillion Simp Coins earned]
"Nice," he muttered, watching her follower count drop live. "Guess that's what happens when you bet against me."
Then another alert appeared.
> [New Career Unlocked: "Celebrity Lawyer for Cancelled Influencers"]
Skill Level: Max
Wardrobe: Premium Suits
Monthly Pay: $7.4M
Private Driver: ✔️
Mansion Key: ✔️
Harem Interest: 3 girls detected nearby
Riku raised an eyebrow. "This system… might just be the best thing that ever happened to me."
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End of Chapter 1