In real life, Xu Bin was reaping a bountiful harvest—and the same could be said inside the system. After more than a month of hard work and effort, he received generous rewards. Some of them even exceeded his expectations. With a system like this, becoming rich, handsome, and successful was no longer a challenge. He realized he needed to set a much higher goal to match the system's "god-tier" nature.
When he completed the second month's 40,000 yuan income task, he earned a spin on the skill wheel. The result didn't seem earth-shattering at first, but it was undeniably a skill any ambitious young man would need in the future. And since it came from the system, its quality wasn't just "intermediate" mastery—it was world-class, god-level.
Driving skills.
As soon as the skill was absorbed into his body, Xu Bin understood it wasn't just basic driving—it was racing-level expertise. He searched online for videos of city street racing and found that he could comprehend every maneuver and vehicle behavior instantly. The feedback in his mind was clear: this is child's play.
One night, he took Ji Peng out for a lavish dinner and asked him to drive the box truck to a remote, low-traffic area. Ji Peng thought Xu Bin just wanted to learn how to drive. After they switched seats, he began to give detailed instructions, reassuring him that with Ji Peng's help, he'd pick it up in a day. But before he could finish, he was stunned by what he saw.
Driving a box truck isn't the same as a regular car—but in Xu Bin's hands, it was like a tame toy. Ji Peng even felt that Xu Bin was better than him. Most astonishing of all was Xu Bin's relaxed demeanor—no tension, no nerves. It was like playing a game, as if the concept of danger didn't even exist. In video games, crashing just means restarting. In Xu Bin's hands, the box truck might as well have been a game vehicle—effortless and smooth.
Ji Peng was dumbfounded and bombarded him with questions, but Xu Bin brushed it off with a laugh. The next morning, he went straight to the driving school Ji Peng recommended. He signed up for direct exams without any lessons. To speed things up, he quietly gifted the exam officer two packs of premium Zhonghua cigarettes—with one simple goal: prioritize his exams. He asked to take both the written and road tests first and to expedite the issuance of the license.
You might wonder—why wasn't Xu Bin ecstatic about gaining world-class racing skills just for completing a monthly task? Any average person would be over the moon. So why did he seem so calm?
It wasn't that he wasn't thrilled. It was that he had been shocked. This unbelievably powerful skill felt almost too good to be true—until he looked at the final line of the skill description... and saw the word:
Beginner.
That word changed everything.
If this beginner-level skill was already at world-class car racing level, what about intermediate or advanced? Xu Bin began to imagine piloting tanks, warplanes, battleships, maybe even alien spacecraft. Compared to that, driving a car or motorcycle was child's play.
This was the first time Xu Bin got a glimpse of the vast potential behind the system. This mere beginner skill revealed just the tip of the iceberg. His earlier pride over earning tens of thousands now felt laughably small.
But being "humbled" by the system had a benefit—it didn't discourage him. The system belonged to him. As long as he kept working hard, everything would come to him eventually. He didn't feel jealousy or inferiority watching others succeed. His success was only a matter of time.
Thanks to Boss Niu's constant stream of goods, Xu Bin also completed ten weekly tasks. The attribute draws from those tasks were a mixed bag—no longer as lucky as before, but still valuable. With faster task completion, more benefits were bound to come.
He grew 2 cm taller—now 173 cm. Zhong Yu noticed. At 168 cm, she used to be almost the same height when wearing flat shoes. But now, a subtle difference was visible. Xu Bin joked, "I don't gain weight—I just grow taller. Everything I eat goes to height!" Zhong Yu laughed, half-believing, half-resigned. Given how much he ate, it was shocking that not only did he not gain fat, but his body seemed stronger—muscles subtly visible on his arms, chest, thighs, and shoulders.
His vertical jump increased by 5 cm—a useless perk, he thought, since he didn't play basketball. But still, a benefit.
His explosive strength also improved—a subtle but more noticeable change than his jump. For example, during certain activities, Zhong Yu openly admitted she felt like she was being "overpowered."
He received one muscle-sculpting boost—explaining the physical changes Zhong Yu noticed. Xu Bin loved this one; no man disliked a better physique.
He gained 10 kg of raw strength—bringing his total to 55 kg, making lifting and moving heavy equipment much easier.
One internal organ optimization—though its effects were unclear, Xu Bin treated it as a preventive health bonus. If he had any hidden issues, this would likely help.
Two rounds of facial care—the acne and blemishes were gone, his skin smoother, pores smaller. Zhong Yu teased that he must have stolen her skincare products, pouting that she was "nourishing him" instead of the other way around.
One increase in physical toughness—his body was now more resistant to impact. Xu Bin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Though few of these ten weekly tasks gave instantly useful attributes, each one improved his body. From scrap metal to finely-forged steel—he was transforming. In just two months, Xu Bin had changed dramatically. To casual observers, it might not be obvious, but those who knew him noticed: he looked cleaner, more refined, taller, more confident.
They credited the change to Zhong Yu's fashion sense. She had a keen eye for style. Though Xu Bin wasn't tall, his body was well-proportioned, so she could dress him in anything. With hundreds of shops on the pedestrian street and two major malls, she often shopped for him. Now, he looked like a modern, urban young man—not a worn-out migrant worker.
Confidence changes everything. When you believe in yourself, everything you do feels different—and others can sense that.
Xu Bin had just received the official retail license for selling electrical appliances. With Boss Niu's help, he was now a legitimate small business owner.
Getting the license was no accident. Xu Bin had worked hard for Boss Niu—fast, efficient, and even waived some of his labor fees. He sincerely promised: "If you ever need me, even if I don't make a profit, I'll work for you first."
Even ruthless men don't make enemies for no reason—especially not of someone fearless enough to kill. After that night, Boss Niu had spoken with Yi-ge and asked about Xu Bin. He even met with Lao San's group. After hearing their account of the incident, Boss Niu hesitated. No one wants to mess with a wild card.
That's why Xu Bin's promise made Boss Niu temporarily abandon his plan to fully absorb him. But deep down, Boss Niu wasn't satisfied. Not only could he not fully use Xu Bin, the guy wasn't even teaching his techniques. He was frustrated but understood—if he had those skills, he wouldn't share them either.
Ultimately, as a businessman, Boss Niu chose to maintain a cooperative relationship. He wanted to see if Xu Bin was truly sincere. If he kept acting polite and loyal, Boss Niu figured he could let him earn some money too—no harm done.
When Xu Bin finally received the license, the system's main mission, which had been quiet, suddenly reacted:
"Congratulations, Host, on completing the main mission: Gaining moderate fame in the provincial electronics trade. Reward: One practical-use automobile. Please claim your reward within one Earth day, or it will be forfeited."
Xu Bin had learned to stay calm when receiving rewards. After over a month of grinding, he felt the satisfaction of earning success through effort. These rewards weren't like winning the lottery—they were justified and well-earned. He had peace of mind.
He called the driving school. The instructor who'd received his "gift" hinted at wanting more—it seemed the license was already in his hands. Xu Bin didn't argue and handed over a 500-yuan red envelope during their meeting.
His written test had only a few mistakes related to left/right-side driving. His road test and all nine skill exams were flawless. Reverse parking, parallel parking, bridge test, hill start—he nailed everything.
The car responded to him like it had a soul. Even the strictest examiners couldn't find fault—if anything, his technique was too good, exceeding standard expectations.
For 500 yuan, he walked away with a license. Xu Bin hailed a cab to the suburbs, found a quiet spot out of sight, and whispered:
"Claim reward."
Whoosh!
A car materialized in front of him—not a luxury model, but a vehicle perfectly suited to his current job.