Transfer System Activated

I looked at the dense crowd below the stage and felt a chill run down my spine.

Under the glaring spotlights, I was displayed in front of everyone like a piece of livestock waiting for slaughter.

Meanwhile, on the giant screen behind me, my detailed body scan report was scrolling continuously. Every single piece of data and every 3D organ model was displayed with terrifying clarity.

Down below, the buyers each held a paper report, openly judging me as if they were picking out pork at a farmer's market.

"Look at this man. Since he's been doing physical labor for years, his cardiopulmonary score is as high as ninety-five. That's a strong heart."

"His kidneys are also very clean, with no stones or cysts. I checked the registry database, and it’s a perfect match for my client. I am determined to get this pair of kidneys tonight."

"The corneas are not bad either. The eyes don't have the slightest bit of nearsightedness, weak sight, or astigmatism."

Following everyone's greedy and mocking stares, I looked toward the VIP seats in the first row.

Sitting there were the people I used to treasure above all else: my daughter Maisie Hudson, my ex-wife Olivia Reed, and her current boyfriend Chad Smith.

Olivia was leaning into Chad’s arms, a contemptuous smile hanging on the corner of her mouth.

Beside them, my daughter looked at her new dad, Chad, with a face full of adoration, standing obediently by his side.

Then, noticing me, my daughter glared at me and shouted viciously, "Since you love copying other people's styles just to show off, you can join the bidding today too, and buy back your own body organs!"

The ultimate humiliation and piercing betrayal made my vision go momentarily dark.

Suddenly, a cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind without warning.

[Ding—Ultimate threat to host's life detected. Mental willpower has touched the annihilation threshold.]

[Damage Transfer System... activated.]

[Newbie tutorial open: Host can designate any target to transfer any form of damage received.]

[After the damage is transferred, the host's own wealth will receive an increase. The wealth increase is positively correlated with the degree and type of damage.]

I snapped my eyes open.

This was not a hallucination!

Damage transfer... wealth increase...

Slowly, I raised my gaze and looked at those three people below the stage.

The next second, the auction officially began.

The auctioneer announced loudly, "Now, our first item tonight is a pair of perfect corneas from Mr. Connor Hudson!"

Immediately, the screen image switched, and my eyes were magnified infinitely by the high-definition lens. My pupil color, blood vessel distribution, and even every single eyelash became clearly visible.

Right next to it, the data column read: Vision 20/20, no astigmatism, no cataracts.

"For this pair of corneas, the starting bid is one million dollars! Each raise must not be less than one hundred thousand dollars! Let the bidding begin!"

"One million one hundred thousand!"

"One million three hundred thousand!"

The bidding paddles rose one after another, and the price skyrocketed.

Watching this, Olivia clenched her fists in excitement.

"Olivia, it looks like your taste was good for once. This loser is indeed worth a lot of money," Chad said proudly, putting his arm around her waist and whispering in her ear.

Olivia giggled and replied, "Of course. He owes me, so today he will pay it back with interest."

Hearing those words, a profound sorrow filled the bottom of my heart.

After we got married, Olivia had been brainwashed by toxic online relationship advice. She'd scream all day, "You can't give me money or emotional value, so what use do I have for you?"

However, over the years, I had handed all my hard-earned money to her, while I couldn't even bring myself to buy a piece of new clothing.

In the end, who really owed whom?