But when Zhao Yiming opened the door, he realized that he still hadn't thrown out or sold some of the trash.
So he did just that.
So, begrudgingly, he grabbed the remaining junk and made a run to the recycling center—selling bottles, paper, and anything remotely useful.
He even managed to sell off some crappy furniture from the apartment before heading back upstairs to pick out Zhao Yiming's "best" suit.
"Hmph… this brat's taste is awful."
He sighed, staring at an old black suit crumpled in the corner of the wardrobe. It smelled like rotting wood like it hadn't been touched in years.
"Weird... If he was working, he should have more than one suit, wardrobe should be packed. Looks like he got fired and tossed everything in rage—then spiraled into depression."
He shook his head. Just a theory, but hey, it was believable. He'd done the same thing once—fired and humiliated, then throwing his old uniform into a gutter like it wronged him personally.
Then, a notification blinked in front of him:
[Do you want to buy a suit from the System Shop?]
He raised an eyebrow. This wasn't from the deity—it was from the system. That meant it might actually be functional and not completely stupid.
Zhao Yiming raised a brow. The message was from the system, not the god—so there was a lower chance of it being dumb or perverted.
"Yes… Also, system shop? What is it? And transfer my rewards into cash while you're at it."
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[Processing...]
[Transferring $6,500 into cash...]
[Transfer complete!]
[Wallet: $675]
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Suddenly, stacks of cold, hard cash appeared in front of him—more than he'd seen in years. His eyes practically turned into spinning gold coins.
"Heavens! This much?!" he gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth in disbelief.
[You have even more money available! You can convert AP (Affinity Points) into cash or use it in the system shop!]
[Would you like to view your status?]
"Status? What even is that?" he muttered, rubbing his chin.
As a 55-year-old soul in a 26-year-old body, Zhao Yiming was a certified boomer. He didn't get half the terms this system was using.
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[STATUS]
[Name: Zhao Yiming]
[Age: 26]
[Charm: 40/100]
[Luck: 30/100]
[Wallet: $675]
[Affinity Points (AP): 9,100]
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[Active Perks]
• Smooth Pervert
• Dominance Drive
• Sinful Whisperer
• Clean Dude
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[Route Progress]
Name: Su Meilin
• Generates: $75/hour
• Route: Perverted Sage – 15%
• Affinity: 15/100
• Lust: 10/100
Name: Luo Yanyu
• Generates: $100/hour
• Route: Hot & Blazing +18 – 25%
• Affinity: 25/100
• Lust: 35/100
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"Huh? What's this '$75/hour' under Su Meilin's name?"
[As your affinity increases with each target, they generate passive income based on your relationship progress!]
[The higher the affinity, the more money you make!]
Zhao Yiming squinted, doing the math in his head.
"$75 an hour is $1,800 a day. $100 an hour is $2,400 a day... I could be rich without lifting a damn finger!"
It was like investing in a company—except no stock market crashes, no shady government policies, no panic selling.
Just flirting and being a degenerate.
[However, affinity may decrease if you neglect or disappoint them.]
"Right…" he sighed. "Still better than gambling."
He closed his eyes, mind racing with new strategies.
He knew that being a pervert was the golden ticket to making money rain.
But it cost him something precious.
His dignity.
"But what's the use of dignity if I'm broke?" he muttered.
He never thought this day would come—degenerate, half-reincarnated, and following a perverted god's life path like it was destiny.
But money talked.
And Zhao Yiming was already halfway sold.
After that, the system finally displayed the System Shop—and right at the top was a sleek, perfectly tailored suit made just for him.
"Six thousand bucks for one damn suit?! I just got rich for five minutes, and now I'm broke again?!'
[The suit is bespoke and grants a passive effect: +50% Charm! Everyone who sees you will fall madly in love!]
"Are you serious?! I'm going to a funeral, not looking for blind dates! Charm what charm?! Are they gonna throw flower petals when I walk in?!"
He groaned, rubbing his face with both hands.
[You may also purchase with AP (Affinity Points) earned from quests and interactions.]
[Exchange Rate: 1 AP = $1,000]
"One AP is one thousand dollars?!"
If Zhao Yiming were still in his original, old man body, he would've keeled over on the spot.
He had 9,100 AP.
"That means I've got nearly a million dollars just for being a pervert?!"
He staggered a little and clutched the wall for balance.
"This system... this really is the work of the gods!"
Without hesitation, he put his hands together and whispered solemnly, "God of Richness & Love..."
"I cursed you a lot before, but I take it all back! I'll burn you the fattest incense, I'll light candles the size of durians! You give this old dog new life... truly, divine!"
In the end, Zhao Yiming bought the premium suit using just 6 AP—barely a dent in his balance.
He scrolled through the shop some more, eyes wide at the sheer luxury it offered: cars, houses, jewelry, gadgets, and even a freakin' Ferrari.
"This place has everything."
He mumbled, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "What about taxes? Plates? Registration? Does the system just handle all that behind the scenes? 'Cause if so… I might just buy a house and a car next week."
His brain was buzzing with possibilities.
From a broke, forgotten corpse in a crusty apartment...
To filthy rich, dressed in magical drip, and blessed by a horny god.
All it took was a few pervert perks, and the willingness to give up his pride.
Truly, a fairytale for the modern degenerate.
But he couldn't just sit around checking the system and wasting time. The funeral—it was already five in the evening! He had to hurry before it ended.
"I hope they haven't dumped my ashes in the burial ground yet!" he muttered, breaking into a run toward the apartment block where the funeral was held.
It didn't take long before he found the funeral parlor—a modest little room tucked behind the main building, nothing fancy, just plain white drapes and a simple altar.
He overheard someone saying the government had arranged the burial with help from the community. Some of the tenants had chipped in too. His boss, of course, didn't give a single damn or cent.
Zhao Yiming stood by the entrance, catching his breath.
He hadn't expected this. Not this many people.
In his previous life, he was convinced nobody saw him. Just another security guard. A wall people passed by every day and forgot the next.
No one had ever spoken to him unless they needed something fixed or complained about something stupid.
But now…
Now he understood why the deity told him to come.
Not just to move on, but to show him that—even in a small, quiet way—he mattered.
Even when he himself had stopped believing it.