Daily Life of a High School Looser after getting System

The day started like any other for me, Chiku Ahay, the greatest loser—I mean, Loner—this world has ever seen. I woke up late, skipped lunch, I had already completed the daily quest in the morning though, and was about to enjoy my favorite pastime: staring blankly at the ceiling while ignoring the system.

But then, disaster struck.

Just as I was about to close my eyes and nap, the system dinged. Not just a normal ding, but one of those loud, annoying dings that you know means bad news.

"Emergency Alert: Your pocket money has been stolen. 500 Lonely Points deducted."

"What?!" I bolted upright so fast I nearly sprained my neck. "How can pocket money even be stolen? It's not even physical! Are you telling me ghosts now run a bank heist operation?"

The system, in its usual deadpan tone, replied: "Your account has been hacked by an unauthorized entity. Initiating recovery mission: Recover stolen pocket money or face permanent deduction of 1,000 Lonely Points."

I froze. "PERMANENT? Are you kidding me? That's all I have left! Who's the thief? Some kind of evil genius?"

The system paused (which was weird because systems aren't supposed to hesitate) and then said: "The culprit is identified as 'The Mischievous Spirit of Brokehood.' Classified as a low-level financial threat."

I blinked. "A financial threat? Did the spirit use my points to buy ghost snacks or something?"

The system ignored my sarcasm and sent a new notification: "Mission initiated: Recover Lonely Points from the spirit thief. Tracking location... Success. Begin your journey immediately."

I found myself in an abandoned alleyway downtown, where everything smelled like regret and leftover ramen. The system popped up a glowing arrow pointing ahead.

"This feels like the setup to a horror movie," I muttered, trudging forward. "The loser protagonist walks into a dark alley, following a glowing arrow, only to meet his doom. Great writing, author. Truly inspired."

After about ten minutes of walking, I arrived at a dingy-looking hut made entirely of old trash cans. A ghost with a mischievous grin floated out, jingling a bag of coins.

"Hey! That's my pocket money!" I shouted, pointing dramatically.

The ghost snorted. "Your pocket money? You mean my financial freedom fund?"

"What financial freedom? You're a ghost!"

"Exactly. I can't work, can't open a savings account, and definitely can't buy ectoplasmic coffee without Lonely Points. So, I'm borrowing yours!"

"Borrowing?!" My voice cracked. "That's called stealing! Hand it over, or else..."

The ghost floated closer, smirking. "Or else what? You'll hit me with your Loner Katana? Please, you can't even hit the gym."

Oh, it was ON.

The spirit, true to its name, zipped away into the night with my points jingling like loose change. The system chimed: "Chase sequence initiated. Failure to catch the spirit will result in an additional deduction of 200 Lonely Points."

"What?!" I yelped, sprinting after the ghost. "Since when did systems act like landlords, charging fees for everything?"

The chase was a complete mess. I stumbled over trash cans, tripped on stray cats, and ran headfirst into a vending machine. Meanwhile, the spirit floated casually, laughing like it was in an episode of Tom and Jerry.

"You're pathetic!" the ghost shouted over its shoulder. "No wonder the system stuck you with 'Loner' as a title!"

"Oh, you did NOT just say that!" I growled, summoning my Loner Katana mid-run.

After what felt like an eternity (but was probably five minutes), the glowing arrow led me to a creepy-looking bazaar filled with ghostly merchants. One stall sold "Cursed Socks – Guaranteed to Scare Your Enemies." Another offered "Potions of Fake Bravery."

In the middle of it all was the Mischievous Spirit of Brokehood, counting my Lonely Points like it was Monopoly money.

"Alright, spirit," I said, catching my breath. "Hand over the points, or I'll—"

"You'll what? Trip over your shoelaces again?" the spirit interrupted, cackling.

I gritted my teeth and raised my katana. "This isn't over until I say it's over!"

The spirit rolled its eyes. "Fine, fine. Let's settle this like gentlemen. One swing of your katana against my Ghost Shield of Budget Cuts. If you win, you get your points back. If you lose..."

"I won't lose," I said confidently, even though I was sweating bullets.

With a dramatic yell (that probably sounded cooler in my head), I swung the katana. To my surprise, the blade cut through the shield like butter, and the spirit exploded into a cloud of glittery smoke.

"Mission complete. Lonely Points recovered. 500 additional points rewarded for exceptional performance."

"Exceptional performance?" I muttered, staring at the glowing notification. "I tripped over three cats and almost died in an alley. But sure, I'll take it."

Just as I was about to leave, the system dinged again: "Unauthorized destruction of ghost property detected. Fine: 100 Lonely Points."

I groaned. "Seriously?! I just saved my points, and now you're taking them away for property damage? You're worse than a landlord!"

The system ignored me (as usual) and added: "Level up! Current level: 15."

"Fifteen? Already?" I blinked, surprised. "I didn't even know I was working that hard!"

To top it off, I received a new notification: "Hidden reward unlocked: Cursed Socks of Speed. +10 to running ability."

I stared at the glowing pair of socks that appeared in my inventory. "This is what I get for saving the day? Socks? I don't even run unless I'm being chased by ghosts!"

The system replied coldly: "Improvement requires effort. Socks are better than nothing."

By the time I made it home, I was too tired to complain anymore. I flopped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling.

"It really feels like I'm being controlled by some idiot author," I muttered. "No way this is real life. Only someone with zero imagination would give me cursed socks as a reward."

The system dinged one last time before I passed out: "Next mission: Unlock the mysteries of the Spell Guides. Begins at 5:00 AM."

I groaned loudly. "5:00 AM?! Who even wakes up that early?!"

But the system, as always, had no response.