Ultimate Revenge!

002

Countless pieces of information suddenly flooded Ethan’s mind like a torrential waterfall, the truth gradually becoming clear in his head. He didn’t realize that his eyes were slowly turning ice-cold.

“So that’s how it is, so that’s how it is.” he muttered to himself, not knowing how much time had passed as the pain slowly faded away. A cold, unconscious smile appeared on his lips, now bitten so hard they were bleeding.

While Ethan was about to carefully calculate his next moves:

"Ting: Successfully awakened memories of a past life, System xxxxx is activating..."

"Ting: System xxxxx activated successfully. Congratulations, host Ethan, you are now the owner of System xxxxx."

"System Information Panel:"

Name: Ethan Parker

Age: 22

Looks: 8 (Max 10 – Very handsome)

Strength: 5

Constitution: 9

Agility: 9

Dexterity: 22

Intelligence: 22

Damian Spirit: 25

Luck: 20

Each mechanical female voice echoed in Ethan’s mind, leaving him dazed.

“A system?? Like in the novels and manga I always read?? The system actually exists, but what’s with the name ‘xxxxx’??” Ethan wondered.

“Ting: Please name your System, host.”

So, he had to choose a name. But what name should he pick? Several names flashed through Ethan’s mind; he wanted something simple and easy to call, but not too random. After thinking for a while, he spoke:

“Cashie, I’ll name you Cashie, and that’s what I’ll call you from now on.”

“Ting: Cashie System greets the host.” – Cashie’s voice sounded quite pleased with the name.

“Ting: Starter Pack has appeared. Would the host like to open it now?”

“Open it, of course I’ll open it.” – He didn’t expect a starter pack; Ethan responded to Cashie, nearly shouting with excitement inside.

“Ting: Opening Starter Pack. Received: 1 unhackable, untraceable bank card, 300,000 USD (already transferred to this card), 1 random skill summon, 1 random talent summon, 10 free attribute points, 50 SC.”

“Ting: Daily missions activated: Run 5km, do 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 20 minutes pull-ups. Reward: 3 free attribute points, 30 SC. Failure: Lose 30 SC.”

Just as expected from a Starter Pack, these things would be Ethan’s seed capital to turn his fate around.

“Cashie, what are skills and talents?? Are they like those flashy martial arts moves in cultivation dramas??” – Ethan looked at the Cashie panel, eyes sparkling like stars (Cashie: @@~)

“Host, you’re really daydreaming. Cashie isn’t omnipotent; there’s no way I could give you those unreasonable things.” – The mechanical voice replied again, and Ethan couldn’t tell if it was his imagination, but it sounded as if Cashie was laughing at him.

“Host, please proceed to summon and you’ll find out.” – Cashie prompted.

“Okay, random summon skill and talent now.” – Ethan hurriedly ordered.

“Ting: Starting random skill and talent summon.”

“Ting: Congratulations, host has received skill: 10% Increase in Selling Price, 10% Decrease in Buying Price.”

“Ting: Congratulations, host has received talent: Beautiful Handwriting.”

Each mechanical voice rang out in Ethan’s mind. So these were skills and talents. He couldn’t help but feel disappointed, he had hoped to become a cultivator soaring through the sky with a sword, eyes scornfully overlooking the world, haizzz!

It was as if Cashie knew what its shameless host was thinking, if it had eyes, it would surely be giving him a disdainful, mocking look.

“Alright, I understand skills and talents now. So what is SC?”

“Ting: SC stands for Shopcoin and, as the name suggests, is the currency for buying items through Cashie. Please browse the available products.”

Immediately, the system panel shifted, displaying various items and their prices:

Anesthetic Spray – 80 SC

Radar – 100 SC

Antenna – 100 SC

Ballpoint Pen – 15 SC

Map – 45 SC

Glock 18 – 300 SC

...

So expensive! And they even sell hot items like this, but what’s with the antenna and the pen? Are these just junk toys?

“Ting: Host can click on items for details.” – Sensing the host’s confusion, Cashie gave another reminder.

Following the prompt, Ethan clicked on an item:

Ballpoint Pen (consumable): Automatically sketches anything the host imagines. Usage limit: 5 times

Antenna (permanent item): Can lock onto a target; the target’s location remains locked within the host’s sight. Usage limit: Only one target can be locked at a time until the host releases it.

Glock 18 (permanent item): A gun, obviously no need to explain further, but it can pass through any security checkpoint undetected. Usage limit: 20 rounds per magazine, takes 20 seconds to auto-reload each bullet.

WOW!!! Ethan couldn’t help but scream internally. These are some seriously overpowered items, truly the ultimate hacks.

Alright, he would leave those for later and use them wisely when needed. Still, Ethan couldn’t help eyeing the Glock 18:

“You’ll be mine soon, baby, just wait for me.” – Ethan didn’t realize he was drooling onto the floor.

“Ting: Host, please diligently complete and fulfill missions; each one will grant different rewards. Good luck to you, host.”

“Thank you, Cashie. I definitely won’t let you down.” – Ethan said, feeling grateful toward Cashie.

He carefully read through the daily mission and reflected on every detail from his past life. Now that he knew the cause and effect in advance and had Cashie as his secret weapon, he would absolutely change the tragedy that befell himself and his parents.

“Knock knock knock...” – Just as Ethan was giving himself a pep talk, there was a knock on his door.

“Young master, are you awake? Miss asked me to come wake you.”

“I’m up, just give me a minute.” – Ethan answered as he glanced at his phone. Dammit! It was already past seven o’clock; he’d gotten so absorbed in exploring the System’s features that he’d lost track of time.

He hurriedly dashed into the bathroom, quickly washed up, and randomly threw on a neat set of clothes. Suddenly, Ethan became aware of something, his expression sharpening:

“Why am I in such a rush? I’ve already decided to change my fate, so why not bother about appearances?”

With that, he slowed down, leisurely changing clothes and combing his hair.

Once he’d straightened up, Ethan calmly headed downstairs to the dining room. There, a sumptuous breakfast table awaited. For years, he hadn’t had the courage to sit at that table, but where was Isabella???

“Young master, Miss has already left.” the butler reported from behind. Though he addressed Ethan as “young master.” Ethan could see that there wasn’t a shred of respect in his eyes.

“Alright.” Ethan replied nonchalantly, then sat down to eat. Hmm, this A5 beef steak was really tender, the sauce was a perfect match for the meat, and there was abalone porridge too... munch munch.

“Y-y-young master...” – Old Mr. Adams hurriedly rubbed his eyes, wondering what the hell this useless good-for-nothing was doing. Was he sick or something?

“What’s the matter? You think I can’t sit at this table and eat? You got a problem with that?” – Ethan took a sip of lemon water, smiling as he questioned the old man.

“No, no, nothing at all, sir.” stammered Mr. Adams in a panic.

Oh my god, this really is the useless husband of the young miss, isn’t it? Aside from cooking, cleaning, and bowing and scraping to everyone, he’s worthless in every other respect? Though his expression looked the same as usual, as Mr. Adams of a great family, of course he paid close attention to the look and demeanor of those before him. The eyes of this good-for-nothing radiated ten parts indifference and frankness, as if he were looking at a dead man.

“Hmph, is that so. I thought you weren’t happy about me sitting at the dining table.” Ethan said, gnawing gently on a turkey drumstick as he replied. He paid Mr. Adams no mind whatsoever.

“No, I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare.” Mr. Adams stammered. No matter what, even if he was a good-for-nothing, he was still the young miss’s husband, and that status and position was still far above his own.

For so many years, Mr. Adams had gotten used to treating him like trash, he had truly forgotten his own place.