A system?
Or should it be called a golden finger?
Fujii Itsuki didn't have time to pay attention to Shimizu Aimi, who was cursing him under her breath. He submerged his consciousness into his own mind.
【Ding!】
【Life Revenge System successfully activated!】
【The world is bustling, people come and go, bravely raise your fists against those who have bullied you!】
【Ding!】
【Host: Fujii Itsuki】
【Age: 18】
【Skills: None】
【Revenge Points: 0】
【First activation of the system, reward - Charged Punch!】
【Charged Punch (Active Skill): Can store up anger value to transform into strength, or can instantly explode the anger value, launching a super powerful blow!】
【First revenge against a bad woman, achievement triggered - The First Time!】
【This is my first naive and ignorant time, but it won't be the last.】
【Reward Skill - Sound Recording!】
【Sound Recording (Passive Skill): Can automatically record surrounding sounds and convert them into mobile phone audio at any time!】
【Ding!】
【Successfully launched a revenge against Shimizu Aimi, reward 100 revenge points!】
【Host can use revenge points to exchange for any skills and powerful items in the system mall!】
Charged Punch?
Isn't this a skill from a game? It sounds quite intimidating, but I don't know about its power.
If the system had activated a few minutes earlier, maybe he could have tried it out on Shimizu Aimi.
Coming back to his senses, Fujii Itsuki's gaze returned to Shimizu Aimi.
"Onii-chan..." Shimizu Aimi's delicate body trembled as she was stared at by Fujii Itsuki without a word for more than ten seconds. She tried her best to avoid eye contact.
"I'm sorry, Aimi will apologize to you if that's what it takes."
She took the initiative to apologize, but she was cursing in her heart: Damn loser, damn, damn!
"If apologies worked, what would we need police for?"
She deceived him out of hundreds of thousands of yen, and a light "I'm sorry" was supposed to turn the page on the matter.
Are good people supposed to be threatened with a gun?
Fujii Itsuki glanced at Shimizu Aimi with a playful look in his eyes.
"Then...what, what do you want?"
"What I want, of course, is to call the police."
"No, don't call the police, as long as you don't call the police, I...I can agree to anything..."
Shimizu Aimi's gaze was evasive, and she turned her head away, not daring to look into Fujii Itsuki's eyes.
She stole glances at Fujii Itsuki's face from the corner of her eye.
To be fair, although this cheap brother-in-law is a bit weak and incompetent, he is undeniably handsome.
As she was sizing up Fujii Itsuki, he was also sizing her up.
His eyes swept over Shimizu Aimi's young and pretty face, her delicate collarbone, her slightly heaving chest, and all the way down to her flat belly.
"No, not this..."
As if scared by Fujii Itsuki's unabashed gaze, Shimizu Aimi quickly closed her legs and crossed her arms over her chest, hiding herself behind them.
"Didn't you say you could do anything?"
Fujii Itsuki leaned down and got close to Shimizu Aimi's face.
Under their mutual gaze, the warm breath brushed against her face, and Shimizu Aimi seemed to hear his strong and steady heartbeat.
"Thump! Thump!"
No, it's not Fujii Itsuki's!
It's her own heartbeat!
"Except, except for this..."
Feeling the youthful spirit rushing towards her, Shimizu Aimi had no choice but to blush, turn her head, and close her eyes.
"Tch—"
Fujii Itsuki "tched" in disdain, straightened his body, and said dismissively, "Don't flatter yourself. I'm not interested in you."
"If you want me not to call the police, that can be arranged..."
Fujii Itsuki paused, and Shimizu Aimi quietly opened her eyes.
Mimicking Shimizu Aimi's previous actions, he extended his hand in front of her, grinning, "Where's the money? You owe me hundreds of thousands."
"What money?"
"Obviously, the money you scammed from me."
"I...I don't have it anymore. I spent it all..."
"All spent?"
Fujii Itsuki frowned.
That was the money he had worked so hard to earn, standing in the convenience store from afternoon till night, forcing a smile until his face almost froze!
And this little devil didn't even leave him a single cent!
Fujii Itsuki laughed instead of getting angry, and said coldly, "Okay, you spent it all, huh? Then you can work off your debt as my slave!"
"I'm hungry. Go make me dinner."
He glared at Shimizu Aimi with ill intent.
"You..." Shimizu Aimi shivered, as if she had been subjected to the traditional Japanese concept of "inferior obeying superior", a hint of resistance flashing across her face.
She instinctively wanted to refuse, but when she met Fujii Itsuki's cold eyes, she gritted her teeth and agreed.
"Yes, I understand."
She responded obediently, loosened her wrist that was clamped by Fujii Itsuki, glanced at him, and reluctantly pushed open the door to the kitchen downstairs.
[Ding!]
[Successfully initiated revenge on Shimizu Aimi!]
[Reward — Cash 10,000 yen!]
[Reward — 200 Revenge Points!]
[Character: Shimizu Aimi]
[Age: 18]
[Attribute: Female Imp]
[Revenge Progress: 30%]
[In social relations, she is a good student, in the eyes of elders, a good girl, but in reality, she is a little devil who takes pleasure in humiliating you and takes pride in draining your money.]
[Please feel free to take revenge on her!]
Is this system trying to fan the flames?
Fujii Itsuki curled his lips, raising the 10,000 yen note that had appeared out of nowhere for a look.
Persecuting, ah no, getting revenge on Shimizu Aimi could actually earn him money.
This system seemed a bit unscrupulous?
Thinking of the revenge points mentioned by the system just now, Fujii Itsuki immersed his consciousness into the shopping mall.
[Skills] (Refreshes every Monday at 0 o'clock)
「1. Basic Chinese Cuisine (100 revenge points)」
「2. Basic Vehicle Driving (100 revenge points)」
「3. Basic Professional Knowledge (Current Major: Sociology) (200 revenge points)」
[Items] (Refreshes every Monday at 0 o'clock)
「Steel Potion: After consumption, greatly enhances strength and defense, immune to some pain for five minutes. However, after the effect wears off, you will fall into a 3-hour period of weakness. (300 revenge points)」
According to the system's prompt, skills are divided from low to high into basic, intermediate, advanced, and master levels.
"Kind of a letdown..."
Fujii Itsuki looked at the system panel with a somewhat speechless expression.
In his previous life, he knew how to cook and had obtained his driving license early on. Although cars in Japan are right-hand drive, which is different from Huaguo, the operation is largely the same and he could get used to it with a little time.
After passing two skills, Fujii Itsuki turned his attention to "Basic Professional Knowledge Mastery".
The original owner studied sociology at Arakawa District Public Junior College. In Japan, where "happy education" is practiced, the academic performance of ordinary people can be imagined.
He wasn't exactly the bottom of his class, but he certainly wasn't doing well.
In other words, if Fujii Itsuki wants to graduate with excellent grades and escape from this terrible family, he must start from scratch and relearn everything step by step.
And the skill of "Basic Professional Knowledge Mastery" can undoubtedly help him lay a foundation and save him a considerable amount of time.
"200 points, not expensive."
Fujii Itsuki pondered for a while and chose to exchange.
The next second, accompanied by a slight dizziness in his brain, a large amount of knowledge appeared abruptly in Fujii Itsuki's mind, as if stuffing a bulging schoolbag into a desk.
Shaking his head to shake off the discomfort, Fujii Itsuki started to check his personal panel.
[Ding!]
[Host: Fujii Itsuki]
[Skills: 1. Deliberate Punch 2. Sound Recording 3. Basic Professional Knowledge Mastery]
[Props: None]
[Revenge Points: 100]
[Disposable Cash: 90,000 yen]
[Revenge Target: 1. Shimizu Aimi]
[Age: 18]
[Attribute: Small Female Ghost]
[Revenge Progress: 30%]
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
