When Starla woke up in the warship’s trash compartment, her memory was still frozen at the moment her fiancé poisoned her. Now, she was clutching the manual for the “Ridiculous Fate-Altering System”: Use outrageous stunts to unlock god-tier combat power—shatter a boulder with your chest at a noble’s banquet? Mental Power +50%! Enter the interstellar league using a folding chair as a mech? Unlock an SSR combat module! “Since playing it straight won’t get me past the third episode, I’ll go all out and show the whole universe how crazy I am!” She kicked open the door to the engagement-cancellation party, announced she was marrying a trash-disposal robot—all while sporting a bedhead. When her scheming best friend secretly released a neurotoxin, Starla suddenly broke into a square dance—and the toxin actually broke down into fireworks to the infectious beat! Leon, a down-on-his-luck repairman she picked up during her escape, was forced to become the test subject for her “Soulmate Contract.” “These are the latest couple’s handcuffs,” she said, slipping a meowing restraint ring onto the War God’s wrist—unaware that this joke of a bond had already been replayed across three thousand parallel universes. When Arthur arrived with his alien fleet, the entire universe witnessed the most absurd counterattack in history: Starla’s folding-chair mech transformed into a planet-shattering cannon, while Leon’s repair kit unfolded into mythic-tier weaponry. And what decided the outcome of the battle was none other than that ridiculous “magic circle of love” contract gesture they’d made when they first met. “System Notice: Congratulations on unlocking the ultimate title, ‘The Ridiculous War God.’” In the starry sea, Leon knelt on one knee and held up the Screaming Chicken ring: “This time, it’s my turn to propose—will you continue to join me in turning the entire universe into a comedy show?”