Lost in the Otherworld

Using luck points to permanently enhance attributes.Different talents also grant permanent bonuses to various attributes.

—Is Qing Ling's "Blade Master" talent powerful?Talent: Blade Master. Serial number: 32. Rune type: Damage.Max level Blade Master: Specializes in bladed weapons, increases bladed weapon damage by 3x, physical armor penetration rate 91.4%.Max level Blade Master permanent attribute bonuses: Stamina +200, Strength +500, Agility +800, Charisma +200.

—What about the "Gun Master" talent?Talent: Gun Master. Serial number: 41. Rune type: Damage.Max level Gun Master: Specializes in firearms, 97.3% accuracy, firing speed of 12 rounds per second.Max level Gun Master permanent attribute bonuses: Stamina +100, Strength +400, Agility +700, Charisma +150.

—Damn.—A kind of plant?—Trash system!—Luck won't save you, and spending money won't change your fate.—You've unlocked the "Metal" talent today. Would you like more details?—No, don't show me. My heart can't take it.—Would you like to allocate your points now?—With only 30 luck points, what's the point? Put them all into luck! Let's see how lucky I really am.—Once allocated, luck points cannot be changed. Are you sure?—Yes, hurry up!—Congratulations! Your luck has surpassed 30, granting a permanent 6-point bonus to all attributes.Stamina: 18, Endurance: 18Strength: 17, Agility: 17Spirit: 17, Charisma: 16Luck: 30—6 points? Could you be any stingier?—Wait a minute, 6 points in each of the 6 attributes, that's 36 points total. Not bad at all.—Additionally, you've triggered a hidden panel. Would you like to unlock it?—Unlock it! Hurry!—Sorry, not enough luck.—Then why even mention it?—Session ended, system hidden.*Beep*

...

Early in the morning, Gao Yang got up, only to be scolded by his mother as expected: "The college entrance exams are approaching, yet you’ve been staying out all night these past two days, not replying to messages or answering calls. You're becoming more and more of a worry."

Gao Yang lied, saying it was Wang Zikai’s birthday, and that he dragged him out to sing karaoke until midnight.

Upon hearing this, his mother became even more upset: "Wang Zikai? Didn’t he drop out? Stop hanging around with that boy, or you’ll end up like him."

At the breakfast table, his father was cheerfully munching on a fried dough stick and had a different opinion: "Xiao Kai? His dad's loaded. Son, that’s a friend worth having."

"Don’t listen to your father’s nonsense! One is influenced by the company they keep!" his mother shot his father a stern look.

"Wife, times have changed."

"And how exactly have they changed?"

"Nowadays, ability is secondary; it’s all about connections. A friend like Xiao Kai could be invaluable to our son in the future." His father argued.

"That's such a twisted value system!" his mother snapped.

"Wife, I didn’t mean anything by it, just that it’s good for our son to have more friends and more opportunities. I trust Yangyang’s judgment; he won’t really be led astray." His father, feeling a bit wronged, glanced at Gao Yang for support: "Isn't that right, son?"

"Dad, Mom, I'm full."

Gao Yang, feeling conflicted, didn’t know how to face his "family." After a few bites, he grabbed his backpack and headed to school.

Even though he knew his family was most likely a group of beasts, for a moment, Gao Yang wavered. After all, they had raised him, cared for him day in and day out, loving him all the while—how could they be beasts? But then again, wasn’t Li Weiwei once his childhood sweetheart? That beautiful girl had also turned into a demon in an instant.

What kind of creatures are these beasts, really?What exactly are they planning?What is the true nature of this parallel world?

Gao Yang had no answers, just as he had no answer for why he crossed over at the age of six, or why he ended up with such a useless system.

...

Gao Yang arrived at school and went through an ordinary day.

The entire day, Gao Yang didn't speak to Qing Ling, not even exchanging a glance. After the evening self-study, Gao Yang headed to a secluded alley near the school, where there were no surveillance cameras.

Soon, Qing Ling arrived as well. She pulled two thin black hoodies, along with two baseball caps and masks, from her backpack. "Put these on."

"What for?"

"What do you think? Should I set up a dressing room for you?" Qing Ling retorted as she swiftly began to remove her uniform. Her speed was astonishing, like a snake shedding its skin; within seconds, her upper body was bare, her neck pale, her collarbones seductive. Gao Yang quickly turned his back, awkwardly changing his clothes.

Three minutes later, the two of them were dressed in black hoodies, hoods up, baseball caps and masks in place.

Before setting off, Qing Ling pulled out the first note from her pocket and opened it.