The System Descends from Heaven

Parallel world, Haicheng.

In a rented apartment, Su Yang lay sprawled on the narrow living room sofa, unshaven and resting with his eyes closed.

Earlier that morning, he had resigned from the advertising company where he’d worked for two years.

At 24 years old, he had come from a small town to study at an ordinary second-tier university in Haicheng.

After graduating, he joined a mid-level advertising agency in the city.

Two years passed in the blink of an eye—two years of endless overtime.

The once vibrant, sunny young man had been ground down into a hollow-eyed workhorse.

Every day was the same monotonous routine, back and forth between home and the office.

He hadn’t planned on quitting. Given the tough job market and his own average skill set, finding another comparable job wouldn’t be easy.

But after a solid month of relentless overtime, he was completely drained.

The real estate project he was handling had its model unit opening, and for a whole month, he worked from 9 a.m. until 3 or 4 a.m., weekends included.

Just when he thought he could finally catch his breath after surviving that ordeal, his boss casually mentioned that the project’s official launch was imminent.

Without hesitation, Su Yang handed in his resignation on the spot. If preparing for the model unit opening was this brutal, the actual launch would probably kill him.

Between money and his life, the choice was obvious.

At just 24, there was no way he was going to sacrifice his health for a measly 6,000-yuan monthly salary.

After quitting, he went home and started firing off resumes like crazy. Having just submitted dozens, he now lay exhausted on the sofa, eyes shut.

Su Yang fished out a cigarette and lazily tucked it between his lips.

Just as his mind drifted into blankness, a mechanical voice echoed in his head.

[Ding! Suitable candidate detected. Enjoy Life System initiating binding.]

His hand, about to light the cigarette, jerked in surprise. Su Yang bolted upright.

—What was that?

[System binding in progress… Binding successful.]

[Host: Su Yang]

[Age: 24]

[Height: 180 cm]

[Weight: 73 kg]

[Appearance: 84]

[Physique: 65 (Average human range: 60-70)]

[Body: 70]

[Charisma: 70]

[Skills: None]

[Bound Targets: None]

[Balance: 6,566 yuan]

[This system avoids unnecessary complexity—its sole purpose is to help you enjoy life.]

[System rules are as follows:]

[1: The host need only engage in activities that bring enjoyment to receive random rewards.]

[2: The system possesses a basic scanning function, allowing the host to scan individuals and view their basic information and favorability levels. Note: Favorability tracking is only applicable to females with an appearance score of 85 or higher.]

[The host may unilaterally bind with females scoring 85+ in appearance. Every 20-point increase in their favorability toward the host will grant additional rewards.]

[3: The host may perform a daily check-in. Each check-in rewards 50,000 yuan, with an especially generous first-time reward.]

[System introduction complete.]

After the system’s lengthy explanation, Su Yang was utterly dumbfounded.

He knew exactly what a "system" was—after all, he’d been a voracious reader of web novels since high school.

But he’d only ever fantasized about having one while immersed in those stories. Never in his wildest dreams did he think it could actually happen to him.

At first, he wondered if he was hallucinating. But the system’s voice had persisted for a full minute.

Su Yang’s stunned expression morphed into shock, then exhilaration.

Hesitantly, he called out in his mind.

—System?

[Present.]

—Holy shit! This is real?!

—I have a system?!

He swallowed hard, standing up in disbelief.

For a moment, he was at a loss, his heart pounding. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself.

The system’s introduction still echoed in his mind.

Determined to test its authenticity, Su Yang mentally commanded:

—System, can I check in now?

[Daily check-ins are permitted.]

—Then I’ll check in!

[Ding! Congratulations, host, on your first successful check-in. Reward: 10 million yuan in cash, a Porsche 911 Turbo S, and the skill: Body Sculpting Master.]

[Funds have been securely deposited into your sole bank account. All sources are legal and compliant—use without concern. The vehicle is parked downstairs, fully registered and ready for immediate use.]

[Body Sculpting Master skill description: This skill solely enhances physique, bringing the host’s body to its ideal state. It does not improve organ functionality.]

Before Su Yang could even celebrate, his entire body suddenly convulsed. A wave of dizziness hit him like a truck.

As he swayed, he barely managed to grab the nearby table for support.

Five or six seconds later, the vertigo faded.

Su Yang gasped, "What the hell was that? Felt like I almost died!"

As he spoke, he glanced down—and froze. His hands looked different.

He raised them for a closer look. They were noticeably more muscular, and his clothes now felt uncomfortably tight.

Realization struck. He sprinted to the bathroom.

Staring into the mirror, Su Yang’s jaw dropped.

His reflection showed a face with razor-sharp contours, more defined features, and flawless skin—no trace of acne or blemishes remained.

His already-decent looks had been elevated to model-tier, as if airbrushed.

But the real shock was his body. Su Yang gaped at the chiseled physique staring back at him.

"No… freaking… way!!"

He yanked off his T-shirt.

A flawless, athletic build greeted him—broad, sculpted chest, six-pack abs, and arms with perfectly defined muscle lines.

It was the kind of body that belonged on a professional athlete, honed over years of training. Yet his weight hadn’t changed—only the composition, as if fat had been magically converted into lean muscle.

The kind of body that looked incredible both clothed and shirtless.

"Is… this… really me?"

Su Yang poked and prodded at himself, half-convinced it was an illusion.

One moment, he’d been average. The next, he had the body of a fitness guru.

He flexed, feeling the solid muscle beneath his fingers.

"Unreal. Even pro athletes would kill for this. Imagine the reactions at the pool…"

"System… can I call you Dad?"

After two full minutes of admiring himself, Su Yang finally tore himself away from the mirror.

The drastic transformation left no doubt—the system was very, very real.

Back in the living room, a black Porsche key that had mysteriously appeared on the table caught his eye.

He smacked his forehead, suddenly remembering that he had just received 10 million yuan along with a brand-new 911 Turbo S worth 3 million at retail.

The 911 Turbo S had always been one of his dream cars.

A flat-six engine, 650 horsepower, 800 Nm of torque, and a 0-100 km/h sprint in just 2.7 seconds.

Driving this beast on the road would easily leave 99% of other cars in the dust.

It was also one of the fastest pure internal combustion engine cars available in China for under 10 million yuan—electric and hybrid models didn’t count.

Su Yang, still naked, snatched up the key to inspect it.

"Holy shit, it’s a real key, not a lighter!"

"This first-time reward is insane! Starting off with a Turbo S?!"

"Oh right, the money—10 million freaking yuan! Where’s my phone?"

He frantically grabbed his phone from the couch and immediately spotted an unread text message.

Opening it, he saw that a company called Haofang Assets had transferred 10,000,000 yuan into his Huaguo Bank account ending in 6686. The balance now read: 10,000,000 yuan.

"Damn!!!"

"Ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million... ten million?!"

Su Yang stared at the screen, counting the digits over and over, his expression growing more exaggerated with each pass.

This was 10 million yuan. Before this, with his measly 6,000-yuan monthly salary, it would’ve taken him over a hundred years of nonstop work to earn that much—assuming he never spent a single cent.

By then, his grave would’ve been long overgrown with weeds.

For most ordinary people, 10 million was an unreachable sum, something they’d never earn in their lifetime without a miracle.

Su Yang couldn’t tear his eyes away from the phone. Swallowing hard, he opened his banking app just to double-check.

The balance displayed was indeed 10,000,000 yuan.

In that moment, he nearly lost his mind. He wanted to scream in exhilaration, but the paper-thin walls of his rundown apartment forced him to hold it in.

His hands trembled uncontrollably as he clutched the phone, his face flushed with excitement.

After a few minutes, his racing heart and shaky hands finally began to settle.

Slowly rising to his feet, he clenched his fists. "The heavens have finally smiled upon me... Su Yang has made it!!"

Just then, his phone rang.

Su Yang glanced at the screen—an unknown number.

He swiped to answer, and a man’s voice came through.

"Hello, is this Mr. Su Yang?"

"Yeah, who’s this?"

"This is Haicheng Juyuan Advertising. We saw your resume on Boss Zhipin and wanted to ask when you’d be available for an interview?"

Only then did Su Yang recall the dozens of resumes he’d sent out earlier.

But he wasn’t the same man he’d been ten minutes ago. Work? Not a chance in hell. Not now, not ever.

"Sorry, that was a misclick. Bye."

He hung up without hesitation.

Ten minutes ago, he’d been drifting through life, lost and desperate, spamming resumes to every company in sight.

Without this sudden windfall, he’d have jumped at the chance for that interview.

If hired, he’d have slaved away like a beast of burden, day in and day out.

But now, reborn, he’d never have to do anything he didn’t want to do again.

Gazing out the window at the clear sky, he thought of all the times he’d sat by this very pane, dreaming of the future. Now, it felt like he’d sailed past countless mountains—liberated.

Sure, he hadn’t earned any of this through hard work, but so what?

Being chosen by the system was its own kind of merit.

Knock knock knock—

Just as Su Yang was lost in this surreal high, a sudden rapping came at the door.