Xin struggled to open his eyes, his thoughts slowly returning from the depths of his mind. A hint of vigilance made him try hard to distinguish everything around him.
An unfamiliar wooden room.
A thin blanket covered his body. There was no bed; he was lying directly on the floor.
Is this a tatami mat?
He reached out and rubbed his head, trying to get up, but the sense of weakness in his body made him abandon the idea.
System.
He silently repeated the word in his mind.
A faint light screen opened in his mind, crystal clear.
Indeed, it wasn't an illusion.
Xin didn't know whether he should laugh or cry.
He was originally just an ordinary game planner on a certain blue planet. Suddenly, a system descended from the sky, and a countdown to transmigration began.
Unable to resist, he could only manage to use this so-called "Omnipotent Transaction System" at the last moment to trade for a large life insurance policy to leave for his family.
This feeling...
"It's terrible," Xin murmured to himself.
Having a built-in cheat upon transmigration is something many people dream of, but the problem is that something like a system is definitely man-made. No matter who the big boss behind it is, they definitely exist.
He remained stunned for a while longer.
Xin seemed to have accepted this fact. There's a saying, isn't there? If you can't resist, then enjoy it. As long as you don't think too highly of yourself, there is enjoyment everywhere in life.
"Omnipotent Transaction System, huh?"
Xin examined the system's functions.
It was very concise.
Trading with others, no matter what is traded, can be converted into something called Transaction Points in the system. This stuff can be used to buy anything—in the true sense of the word—in the system's store.
Xin even saw Doraemon's Time Machine, would you believe it?
Although there was a long string of zeros after it that he didn't even want to count.
But this was a Time Machine!
And the kind that could truly change the past.
"There should be restrictions, right?"
Xin felt his thoughts gradually clearing up as he looked at the transaction terms.
There were indeed restrictions.
Both parties must be willing to trade, and the value of the traded item must be within the range of one-fifth to five times its original value.
Xin currently had 110,000 Transaction Points.
His savings from three years of work were roughly this amount, he had used some to exchange for the insurance policy before.
Judging by the price of a box of instant noodles being five points, the prices were similar.
That's good.
It wasn't the kind of system that would even rip off the host on the exchange rate.
"Ah, really, I was just a little bit away from winning."