Chapter 1

Appearance: 12 (+0)

Voice: 12 (+0)

Wisdom: 9 (+0)

Perception: 7 (+0)

Dexterity: 5 (+0)

Physique: 4 (+0)

Unassigned Attribute Points: 0

Talents: -

Skill Points: 0

Achievements: -

Hallucination?

Zhu Yi closed his eyes.

His world fell into complete darkness.

After a moment, he opened his eyes again.

However, the translucent light screen floating in front of him did not disappear.

Once he shifted his attention elsewhere, the light screen vanished as if it were a window minimized on a computer interface.

When he recalled the vanished light screen in his mind, it reappeared before his eyes.

Is this a dream?

Such doubts lingered in his heart for a moment but quickly dissipated when he lightly pinched his cheek.

It seems not.

Then...

He frowned and looked around. The simple bedroom was clearly not the familiar one from any stage of his not-so-short, not-so-long life.

The current situation was already very clear.

Travelling... through time.

He spread his legs and sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

Such a bizarre thing happening to him made it hard for him to calm down, but the relatively comfortable environment kept him from panicking as much as he had imagined.

Speaking of which.

He looked down at his right hand.

His fingers were long and slender, his skin as white as snow.

He gently rubbed the tips of his index finger and thumb, which had just pinched his cheek.

The sensation was excellent, the smooth and fine texture of his skin far surpassing his previous body.

It's no wonder that the "Appearance" attribute on the "translucent light screen" was as high as 12.

Good skin, fair enough, as long as these two conditions are met, as long as the facial features are not too bad, one won't look too bad.

But...

He frowned—saying this might sound a bit crude—but he subconsciously reached out to touch the area of his primary sexual characteristics.

Fortunately, his gender had not changed.

He couldn't help but sigh in relief, but deep down, he felt a bit of regret.

No longer dwelling on such matters, he focused on the bedroom that should belong to him.

The room layout was simple.

A bed, a desk, a chair, a wardrobe, and only the floor-length mirror beside the desk seemed a bit out of place.

The light green curtains were tightly drawn, and the faint light coming through indicated that it was either evening or early morning.

No, it was early morning.

Zhu Yi looked down at the pajamas he was wearing.

Ordinary men's pajamas, the collar, unbuttoned at the top, revealed a patch of snow-white skin that seemed out of place.

The bed was covered with a bamboo mat, and only a thin blanket lay on it, which he had probably kicked to the other end of the bed during his sleep.

Memories of this body gradually flooded his mind.

They came gently, without the "headache" described in many soul-travel novels.

In the "memories," he had just woken up, so it was indeed early morning.

It was summer, and after a long summer vacation, it was the first day of his high school life.

Soul travel?

Nest usurpation?

Zhu Yi frowned.

It was clear that the original owner of this body was in the prime of youth, and it would be a pity if he had somehow vanished due to his arrival.

However, this "memory" was a bit off.

The memories that emerged contained no information about the original owner's family, and he had always been a nobody in class from a young age.

15 years old, no guardian!?

5000 yuan in the bank account.

It was as if he had been suddenly inserted into this world.

This was too strange.

But no matter what, this world had indeed become Zhu Yi's reality.

He glanced at the bed's side. On the left was a pair of ordinary men's slippers, which fit the overall style of the room.

He got out of bed, and his small, white, and tender feet were even smaller than the slippers.

They looked a bit comical when he put them on.

Cute, he thought.

His feet were delicate and exquisite, with ten toes as clear and bright as pearls.

They would probably taste good.

The gentleman's soul stirred, and he couldn't help but lick his lips.

But now was not the time to do something terrible.

Since he realized this was not a dream, he had been studying the "translucent light screen" to understand its function.

From the literal meaning, "Unassigned Attribute Points" should be used to enhance his six basic attributes, while "Skill Points" were grouped with "Talents." If he guessed correctly, "Skill Points" should be used to upgrade talent levels.

"Achievements" were listed separately, parallel to "Attributes" and "Talents." He speculated that achieving "Achievements" might grant "Skill Points" and "Unassigned Attribute Points."

All of this was just his guess.

When he focused on the specific items on the light screen, the detailed descriptions that popped up perfectly answered his questions.

The normal adult human values for the six attributes range from 5 to 8, with 6 to 7 being the average for adults, 5 being low, and 8 being excellent.

The values in parentheses are floating values, which generally fluctuate between -1 and +1. A value of 8 (+1) indicates an actual attribute of 9.

According to the explanation, the values for each attribute in the human population should follow a normal distribution between 1 and 12.

This means that his "Appearance" and "Voice" attributes, both at 12, are already at an extremely high level.

Of course, a very few individuals can have attribute values exceeding 12, which are classified as "Extraordinary."

The meanings of each attribute are clearly stated, so there's no need to elaborate.

Notably, "Physique" represents not only "Strength" but also the overall health of the individual. Since minors are not fully developed, their average "Physique" is 1 point lower than that of adults, which is normal.

Zhu Yi's "Physique" of only 4 points is roughly the level of someone who can't even lift a chicken.

Additionally, attribute points are not allocated on a 1:1 basis.

To increase an attribute by 1 point, if the final value is between 1 and 8, it costs 1 unassigned attribute point.

If the final value is between 9 and 12, it costs 2 unassigned attribute points.

If the final value is between 13 and 16, it costs 3 unassigned attribute points.

This pattern continues for higher attribute values.

If Zhu Yi wanted to increase his "Appearance" to 13, he would need 3 unassigned attribute points.

To increase his "Wisdom" to 10, he would need 2 attribute points.

To increase his "Physique" from 4 to 8, he would need 4 unassigned attribute points.

That would be great.

Zhu Yi muttered to himself and walked toward the floor-length mirror by the desk.

After reading the notes on the attribute items, he was full of anticipation for his "Appearance" of 12.

Just looking down at himself, he could already imagine the allure of this body.

However, he found himself to be too conservative.

Smooth, black long hair, not a single strand out of place after a night's sleep.

Eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water.

He blinked, and the beauty in the mirror blinked with him.

The corners of the mirror image's mouth turned up slightly.

Not bad.

But... "Appearance" could reach 13 or even higher.

Thinking of this, he wished he could immediately gather 3 attribute points to increase his "Appearance" to 13.

"Hello."

The mirror image opened its lips and greeted him softly.

The voice was very pleasant.

But since it came from his own throat, Zhu Yi found it hard to form any other conclusion besides "pleasant."

Now... what to do...

Zhu Yi stood in front of the floor-length mirror, staring at the mirror image, and undid the second button of his pajamas.

...

In the bedroom.

The naked beauty lay weakly on the bed, holding the simple blanket to cover the key areas.

This... is about the limit...

With extraordinary willpower, Zhu Yi finally ended the indescribable act before he dehydrated.

It was really scary...

After lying on the bed for a while, he slowly got up, picked up the clothes he had prepared the night before from the chair, and put them on this very违规 (irregular) body.

The clothes, like the other items in the bedroom, were simple and basic, like a beginner's starter pack.

However...

Zhu Yi stood in front of the floor-length mirror, looking at the very boyish beauty in the mirror—no! Actually, a very girlish beauty.

As long as one is beautiful enough, clean and tidy clothes are sufficient.

What else?

He twirled a strand of hair that fell by his ear with his index finger.

A ponytail, then.

Long, flowing hair is ethereal, but it doesn't match his outfit, and he was not used to long hair from his previous life.

After some fuss, he managed to tie his black, lustrous hair into a decent ponytail before it got too messy.

He proudly shook his head in front of the mirror.

Perfect!

He glanced out the window; the light was only slightly brighter than when he woke up, indicating it was still early.

In any case, after brushing his teeth and washing his face, he would first explore the house.

...

A two-bedroom, one-living room, one-kitchen, one-bathroom apartment, about 80 square meters.

According to the "memories," this million-yuan apartment indeed belonged to him.

For Zhu Yi alone, this size was more than enough.

The house had all the basic furniture and appliances, but there were no higher-end items like a computer.

He didn't even have a mobile phone!

Moreover, his bank account had only 5000 yuan, and worse, there was no source of income.

If he didn't want to resort to prostitution, he had to be very frugal with every penny.

"Maybe I can sell the house," he said irresponsibly.

With a high school student's consumption level, a million yuan would be more than enough to last through high school. As for what to do after the money runs out...

If he couldn't figure out a way to solve the financial problem, he might as well resort to prostitution.

But this was just a thought. At least before he had to resort to prostitution, he wouldn't consider selling the house.

Zhu Yi glanced at the clock above the TV in the living room.

7:45 AM.

It was about time.

He changed into a pair of white sneakers at the entrance and took the house key from the key basket.

His white, slender hand gripped the doorknob.

He took a deep breath.

And pushed the door open.