Welcome to H***, or My System is a Sadist

Visual: Imagine a typical Korean office - rows of identical desks, dim lighting, and weary faces. In the corner, hunched over a keyboard, sits our protagonist - Park Min-Ho. He looks like your average office worker, skinny, with bags under his eyes, and an expression of universal boredom on his face. Outside the window is a futuristic Seoul, but Park Min-Ho doesn't notice it. He's absorbed in his work... and an internal dialogue with the System.

— Your efficiency has dropped by 0.01%. You are pathetic.

— I'm going, I'm going, — muttered Park Min-Ho, not looking up from the monitor. — No need to rush me like that...

— Rush? You've been trying to finish this damn report for three hours! My grandmother types faster, and she's been dead for twenty years!

— Well, you know, not everyone can be as productive as your grandmother, — Min-Ho retorted. — Maybe she had some special... post-mortem skills?

— Don't you dare insult my grandmother! She was a saint! And you... you're... you're just a walking disappointment.

— Thanks for the compliment, — sighed Park Min-Ho. — Very motivating.

— Motivation? You need motivation? Here's your motivation: if you don't finish the report in ten minutes, I'm activating "Hellish Pain" mode to the maximum level!

— Again? — howled Park Min-Ho. — But I just turned it off yesterday!

— Then you'll turn it on again. Chop-chop, you worthless piece of trash!

Park Min-Ho sighed in resignation and returned his gaze to the monitor. This was his life - an endless struggle with reports, deadlines, and... the System. The Hater System, to be precise.

— You call this work? My grandmother, bless her soul, would have done better!

— Can we drop the grandma thing already? — Park Min-Ho snapped. — And why do you keep insulting me? You're the System, you're supposed to help!

— Help? You? Don't make me laugh my non-existent ass off! My task is to make you the strongest Hunter. And the only way to achieve that is to constantly remind you what a worthless piece of shit you are.

— Very... original approach, — muttered Park Min-Ho. — And is it working?

— Not really. But I haven't lost hope. One day you'll croak in some dungeon, and I'll finally be free!

— Such kind intentions you have, — Min-Ho chuckled.

— What did you expect? Alright, stop slacking. Ten minutes are ticking away. And trust me, "Hellish Pain" is not something you want to experience again.

Park Min-Ho picked up the pace, frantically typing on the keyboard. He hated his System. And it seemed the feeling was mutual.

In the real world, he was a nobody - weak, cowardly, a good-for-nothing office worker. He was despised by his colleagues, mocked by Hunters, and his own System dreamed of his death.

— Hey, Park, sleeping on the job again? — a mocking voice rang out.

Park Min-Ho flinched and looked up. Towering over him was Choi Jin-Ho - a tall, muscular B-rank Hunter, the star of their company. An arrogant prick, - thought Park Min-Ho.

— I'm working, — he mumbled, averting his gaze.

— Working? — Choi Jin-Ho looked him up and down with disdain. — Looks more like you're trying to blend in with the furniture. No wonder you haven't been promoted yet. You're as useless as last year's snow.

— Oh, here we go... - the System commented with anticipation.

— Thanks for your valuable input, — Park Min-Ho said through gritted teeth, suppressing his irritation.

— Don't mention it, — Choi Jin-Ho smirked. — By the way, the guys and I are going on a raid to a C-rank Gate tonight. Wanna come? You can carry our stuff and polish our boots.

— Say yes! This is your chance! - the System squealed.

— No, thanks, — Park Min-Ho tried to make his voice sound as indifferent as possible. — I have a lot of work.

— Of course, — Choi Jin-Ho scoffed. — An important person like you must be very busy. Alright, I won't disturb you. Just try not to fall asleep from exhaustion.

He turned and walked away, laughing loudly with his lackeys.

— You idiot! Why did you refuse?! - the System exploded.

— Because I'm not going to die in some stupid dungeon for those morons, — retorted Park Min-Ho.

— But that was your chance to prove yourself!

— Prove myself? By carrying their bags and shining their boots? No thanks.

— You'll never become stronger if you avoid danger!

— And I don't want to become stronger, — muttered Park Min-Ho. — I just want everyone to leave me alone.

— You are pathetic.

— I know.

Park Min-Ho buried himself in the monitor again, trying to focus on his work. But deep down, he knew the System was right. He was pathetic. And cowardly. And worthless.

But nobody knew that beyond the Gates, in another world, he was completely different. There, he was the Hate King, a boss whose power grew with every insult, every slight. There, he was the one feared by even the most powerful monsters.

— Are you done? - the System's voice sounded after a few hours.

— Yes, — Park Min-Ho exhaled. — Finally.

— Excellent. Now get ready. We're going to a dungeon.

— What?! — Park Min-Ho jumped in his seat. — But I told you...

— I don't give a damn what you told me. You're going to a dungeon. And don't you dare disobey me!

— But...

— No buts! And don't even think about whining, or I'll give you such a dose of "Hellish Pain" that you'll envy your grandmother!

— Alright, alright, I'm going, — muttered Park Min-Ho, getting up from his desk with a sigh of resignation.

— That's the spirit, — the System chuckled. — Now go forth, towards adventure! And try not to die in the first five minutes. Although, knowing you...

Park Min-Ho silently left the office, heading towards the nearest Gate. He didn't know what awaited him. But one thing was certain - it wouldn't be a walk in the park. Especially not with his System.

— Move it, you worthless piece of trash! - the System's voice rang in his head. — Great things await us!

Or at least a very painful death, - thought Park Min-Ho, stepping into the shimmering portal. Either way, it won't be boring.

Visual: Park Min-Ho disappears into the portal.