Novel & Cerita My Pick Up Artist System

Julianne still would not have to walk. How was that fair? Seeing Julianne’s smug expression, I understood. These two were trying to exploit a loophole in the system. If they succeeded, my life would become significantly more difficult. However, the government had promoted the Children’s Fairness System for a reason. It possessed strong adaptive and analytical capabilities. [Scan complete. Julianne Dawson’s health index: 85. Zinnia Dawson’s health index: 71. System verdict: Zinnia Dawson takes the car.]

[Haha, the male lead’s family is really putting on a show. They’re pretending the supporting guy is the heir of a wealthy family just to make him give up on himself, all so their real heir can take his place!] [Seriously, though, the supporting guy’s life is miserable. He grew up poor, hungry, and always getting beaten. After all that, he finally made it into a top high school. His grades were good enough for a guaranteed recommendation to Harvard or Yale, which could completely change his life. And now he’s getting played by these scammers.]

Ethan shouted instantly, “Don’t!” But the system responded. “Identity confirmed.” Marcus’s smile grew. Then— The system paused. For the first time. Another line appeared. SECONDARY AUTHORITY DETECTED Ethan Carter. Marcus’s smile faded slightly. Because the system had two creators. Two commands. Two choices. The voice asked calmly— “Architects.” “Define system objective.” The entire subway station held its breath. Marcus answered instantly. “Stabilize the global financial system.” Ethan shook his head.

He didn't even look down when he dropped the bottle. The doctor came and checked my pupils and blood pressure, then said, "It's a miracle! This is an unprecedented case!" Lying on the bed, I listened to them, but my mind was in a mess. The system's voice rang out again. "Host, Charles gave up his own life in exchange for you to start a new life in another world. This is my final word. Goodbye." I lay on the bed. The golden rays of light spilled in from outside, casting a soft hue on the back of my hand.

--- [Arrogance Detected] Objective: Leave without paying a single dollar and force the collectors to back down. Reward: $50,000 Bonus Reward: Presence Amplification Experience +2% --- Adam was surprised at the new system format. This was the second time the system had generated a mission from the arrogance of another person rather than from Adam. It seemed it was a new feature from being C rank. Focusing back to the current situation, Adam realized that Marcus had been talking. "...and since you've got money now, we figured you'd pay early." Adam laughed. "What?" "You figured?"

I felt something was not normal while standing in front of them—my breath entangled the moment I saw the piece of fabric inside the paper bag. Humiliation washed over me as I looked at the three men in front of me. “Sir, I am here for a decent job.” The first man chuckled as if seeing me in front of them was already funny as hell. “Aren’t you desperate to land a job, Miss Clarkson? We need a call girl to promote our cars.” I was horrified. It struck me like a thunder in the desert—sudden and uncontrollable. It sank into me. The changes in their expressions. The smirks.

Proposing a flexible operating period, improvising quickly, and avoiding debt to the body, will have to be paid to the investor in many forms. "Is it the exchange of accumulating bonus points for money? The male lead's favorite? With money, I can do anything. Love this app so much. Helping the needy through these systems with an investor is really a smart policy. The investor's eyes are not bad, right at me, it seems that you have luck from above."

"Neutral City Pack Registry." The entire drive, he practically turned the car into a black blur. Only one thought ran through his mind: this was impossible. How could Elizabeth dare? Or rather, how could Elizabeth do this? She loved him. She'd endured for three years. She'd been home just the night before. How could she actually go through with leaving? But when he burst into the pack registry and demanded to see the application, the clerk behind the counter just calmly pushed the document toward him. At the bottom, in black and white, were the names.

It was perfect in the most beautiful way. Vincent Roland, the billionaire, CEO, an utterly powerful man had sat down and made something with his own hands just for me. And now the system wanted me to destroy it. I stared at the screen. “You’re joking.” [TASK REQUIRED FOR REWARD] oh yeah? And what if I did not want the stupid reward? For a moment, I almost refused. But I had learned this lesson a long time ago that the system had its ways of getting me to do what it wants.

I lowered my head to kiss his chest as encouragement. “I was left at a church when I was young.” He began then stopped. I kissed him again to let him know I was here for him, through this. “When I was three they gave me away to the system. At that time the system was shittier than now. I was moved from home to home but all of them were abusive. When I was nine I left to the streets. I began pickpocketing and I quickly got good at it. I could feed myself but I knew I needed more so I watched the streets, saw how things worked, who operated what. I convinced this pimp to make me his informant. I could crawl around places, spy for him like a rat. He took me up on the offer and I got him the inf