[Target Lucas Grant's favorability toward you has decreased by 30 points]
[Current Favorability: -80]
[Mission: Counterattack Target — Completed]
[Reward: $50,000 cash — Issued]
[Your bank account ending in 5518 has received $50,000]
[Current Balance: $100,510]
EvanCarter glanced down at his phone.
The smile on his face was something he couldn't suppress—no matter how hard he tried.
If someone said he wasn't excited, they'd be lying through their teeth.
This was ridiculous.
Just a few sentences.
Just a little verbal counterattack.
And he'd earned one hundred thousand dollars.
If this were a dream, it was the kind you never wanted to wake up from.
LucasGrant finally snapped out of his daze.
His expression was stiff as he slowly turned his head to look at the woman beside him.
Lily Hart.
The class belle of the Dance Department at Metro City University's School of Arts.
Her looks were outstanding, her figure even better. Long legs, slender waist—she was exactly the type most men fantasized about.
That was why Lucas had noticed her in the first place.
He hadn't expected that…
This girl who looked so innocent on the surface…
Was actually so wild in private?
"Lucas! Don't listen to his nonsense!"
Lily's face flushed crimson as she hurriedly spoke up, panic flashing through her eyes.
"What he said isn't true! He's just lying!"
She turned sharply toward Evan, her voice rising in anger.
"Evan Carter! Take your cheap knockoffs and get lost!"
"I never want to see you again!"
Then she grabbed Lucas's arm tightly, her tone instantly softening.
"Lucas, please don't believe him. He's just a poor loser who can't accept the breakup!"
"He's deliberately trying to provoke you so you'll dump me—then he'll crawl back and beg!"
Her eyes widened, looking both angry and aggrieved.
In reality, her heart was pounding.
She was panicking.
Because what Evan said…
Wasn't entirely false.
But Lily's acting skills were impressive.
Very impressive.
So impressive that even Lucas Grant believed her.
In Lucas's eyes, Evan was nothing more than an ordinary, poor junior.
It was already shocking enough that someone like him had managed to date Lily for over a year.
Uniform temptation?
Hotel rooms?
Different outfits?
Ridiculous.
Impossible.
"Alright, Lily, don't be angry," Lucas said gently, pulling her closer. "He just got dumped. Anyone would lose their head."
"I can understand him talking nonsense."
"Yes! Let's go, Lucas," Lily urged hurriedly. "Don't waste time on him."
The two of them walked toward the roadside.
A BMW 3 Series was parked there.
The badge had been removed.
Although it was an old model—nearly ten years old—it still had plenty of prestige on campus.
It was Lucas Grant's pride.
His biggest tool for picking up girls over the years.
Evan watched them get into the car.
The engine started.
The BMW slowly disappeared into traffic.
Evan let out a faint sneer.
He and Lily had met during freshman year in the class group chat.
No simping.
No games.
They were mutually attracted.
She liked him because he was good-looking.
He liked her because she had a great figure.
From chatting to ambiguity.
From dating to intimacy.
Everything progressed naturally.
And objectively speaking, Lily really did have an excellent body.
Slender waist.
Long legs.
Flexible.
From the Dance Department—she had "skills."
After they got together, Evan treated her well.
Very well.
Out of his monthly allowance of just over $2,000, more than half was spent on her.
When it wasn't enough, he worked part-time jobs.
Deliveries.
Temporary labor.
Anything that paid.
Valentine's Day.
Girls' Day.
Anniversaries.
The gifts never stopped.
But after entering junior year…
Lily changed.
She became more impatient.
More materialistic.
She started frowning at gifts worth only a few hundred dollars.
She started comparing.
Comparing cars.
Comparing bags.
Comparing boyfriends.
The distance between them grew wider and wider.
Evan knew it.
The breakup was inevitable.
"Outstanding."
"Ordinary."
All nonsense.
At the end of the day, she just despised him for being poor.
In Lily Hart's eyes, Evan Carter—a broke student—could never compare to Lucas Grant, the rich heir and student council vice president.
But that was the past.
What Lily didn't know was—
With the Life Winner System backing him…
Evan would crush Lucas Grant financially sooner or later.
Evan pulled out his phone again and carefully checked his bank account.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
After confirming that the $100,000 was real, his mood soared.
Heartbroken?
Sad?
Depressed?
Not a chance.
Nearby, a few students whispered among themselves.
"Isn't that the Dance Department beauty's ex?"
"Yeah, she ran off with Lucas Grant."
"Man, that guy's rich. BMW before graduation. I'm jealous…"
Evan didn't care.
[Ding! Novice Mission Completed]
[Life Winner Level System Unlocked]
"What?" Evan paused slightly.
A new system interface appeared.
[You may now sign in daily to receive cash rewards]
[The higher your Life Winner Level, the higher the daily reward]
[Current Level: 1]
[Daily Sign-In Reward: $100,000]
[Completing missions grants experience points]
[Next Level: Daily Sign-In Reward $200,000]
Evan's eyes narrowed slightly.
"So that's how it works."
He didn't hesitate.
"Sign in."
[Sign-In Successful]
[Reward: $100,000 issued]
The next second, his phone vibrated twice.
[Your account ending in 5518 has received $100,000]
[Current Balance: $200,510]
Evan couldn't help grinning.
Even without missions…
Just signing in earned him $100,000 a day.
Sign in for a week, and he could buy two brand-new BMW 3 Series.
Not Lucas's ten-year-old junk.
And this was only Level 1.
As his level increased, the daily rewards would only become more terrifying.
[Ding! New Mission Released]
[A Life Winner understands: out with the old, in with the new]
[Mission: Actively meet an opposite-sex individual with a comprehensive score of 70 or above]
[Rewards:]
[1. $100,000 cash]
[2. 10% appearance enhancement (effective after sleep)]
[3. 100 EXP]
[Current Level: 1 (0 / 300 EXP)]
Evan's heart stirred.
Perfect.
Out with the old.
In with the new.
Money.
Levels.
Power.
Lily Hart had already become history.
Just then, a chubby figure jogged over.
"Bro Evan, I saw everything just now."
"Don't be too upset. How about dinner on me? I'll even treat you to a Coke."
It was Jack Guo, Evan's roommate.
The oldest in their dorm.
Down-to-earth.
Straightforward.
Because Evan had once dated the Dance Department's class belle, Jack had always admired him.
Evan waved his hand casually.
"I'm fine."
Jack blinked. "Really?"
Evan chuckled.
"It's just a woman."
"If one's gone, I'll get another."
His eyes gleamed slightly.
"The next one…"
"She'll have even longer legs."