Chapter 11: Kicking the Door
Yang Yu knew he had no choice—if he wanted to survive, he had to submit to the sinister system.
“Host, please choose carefully.”
5…
4…
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The system began its countdown.
“Of course, I’ll keep doing the tasks. I was just joking earlier,” Yang Yu shalessly said.
“Congratulations, Host, on making the right decision,” the system responded.
Yang Yu had no other option. For the sake of his life, he had to play the villain.
“System, didn’t you say the store is open? How do I access it?” Yang Yu asked.
“Would you like to open the system store?” the system inquired.
“Open it.”
“Opening system store, please wait.”
10%… 30%… 60%… 99%… 100%…
“The system store is now open. The host has ten minutes to choose an item. After ten minutes, the store will close. Moving forward, the host can access the store once for every world mission completed,” the system explained.
The store displayed only five available items, while the rest were hidden behind countless question marks.
“System, why is everything covered in question marks? Do I have to rely on luck to unlock them?” Yang Yu asked, puzzled.
“The question marks indicate items the host lacks enough points to view. Once the host earns more points, they will beco visible. Please complete tasks as soon as possible to earn more points,” the system replied.
Yang Yu could only accept the harsh reality—he was broke. He shifted his focus to the five items he could actually afford:
Culinary Mastery (1,000 points) – Gain expertise in all eight major cuisines.
Musical Mastery (1,000 points) – Beco proficient in all musical instrunts.
Invisibility Talisman (2,000 points) – A one-ti-use item that grants five minutes of invisibility.
Bājíquán Mastery (5,000 points) – Make robbery and looting a dream no longer.
Deep Affection Card (5,000 points) – A one-ti-use item that strengthens an emotional bond with the opposite sex—the more tis you “clap,” the more dependent they beco on you.
Yang Yu instantly dismissed the first option. With his wealth, he could hire any chef he wanted.
The second option was also unnecessary. He had no intention of becoming a celebrity, and playing instrunts was useless to him. Sure, it might impress so girls, but in today’s society, wealth outweighed talent.
The invisibility talisman tempted him, but given his limited points, he decided to hold off. It was a valuable item, but since this world didn’t seem particularly dangerous, he could always buy it later when he had more points. The last two options seed far more practical—especially the Deep Affection Card. He needed that one.
“System, I’ve made my choice. I want Bājíquán Mastery and the Deep Affection Card,” Yang Yu declared.
“Ding! 10,000 points deducted. Items are being delivered.”
A flood of Bājíquán techniques—crashing, shaking, thrusting, striking, pressing, piercing, squeezing, and leaning—filled Yang Yu’s mind. It felt like he had spent decades imrsed in martial arts training.
That was definitely worth the points. Yang Yu now felt like he could take on ten n without breaking a sweat.
“System, how do I use the Deep Affection Card?” he asked.
“During ‘clapping,’ focus your mind and silently activate the card,” the system instructed.
“This system will not reappear until the host completes this world’s task. Please focus on your mission to avoid any accidents during your next traversal. Wishing you a pleasant journey. Goodbye.”
“Treasure this while it lasts,” the system added before going silent.
Though it seed to have disappeared, Yang Yu knew it was still watching him. If he failed to complete his tasks, he would likely et the sa fate as the previous hosts.
What exactly counted as a villainous act? Yang Yu paced in the living room, struggling to figure it out.
Should he just kick down the door across the hall and take what he wanted? That would definitely be sothing a villain would do.
As he thought about it, he walked to Ding Dian’s door. He raised his foot, hesitated, and then put it down again.
He couldn’t bring himself to do it.
But he had to do sothing. The system had already warned him. If he kept delaying, his next traversal might end in disaster.
He ntally hyped himself up—it wasn’t his fault, the system was forcing him. Yes, that was it. The system made him do it.
After convincing himself, he lifted his leg and—
Thud!
The door didn’t budge.
He kicked again—
Still nothing.
Pain shot up his leg. Yang Yu clutched his foot and sat on the ground.
How was he supposed to do bad things if he couldn’t even kick down a door?
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