Zhao An stared at his hands, then at the calendar on the wall. He had actually returned to the age of sixteen! This made no sense—he remembered being just another factory worker, his last memory a firecracker factory going up in flames before everything went black.
"Did I really get reborn?" Zhao An clenched his fists, feeling the strength in his muscles. He was solidly standing on the ground—ghosts were the ones who floated.
*Ding!* "Congratulations, host, on successfully dying and traversing time. The Encyclopedia System has been bound. By repeating the same action five times, you will gain complete knowledge and rewards in that field. This system is a reward for surviving catastrophe. Activation complete. Please enjoy at any time. This system is lifelong!"* A pleasant female voice rang out.
Zhao An was stunned. Wasn't this the kind of thing that only happened in novels?
Following the voice's instructions, Zhao An did five push-ups.
*Ding!* "Congratulations, host, on obtaining fitness knowledge. Physical strength increased. Current strength: 200 jin."*
A flood of knowledge poured into Zhao An's head—everything about fitness. With this, he could easily get certified as a trainer or nutritionist. He now knew how to develop shark muscles and six-pack abs—just working out blindly wouldn't cut it.
Though his head spun slightly from the sudden infusion of knowledge, Zhao An's grin grew wild. A bold idea took shape—he'd vent all the grievances and frustrations from his past life! The class beauty he never got? He'd take her and defile her. The rich kid he never dared cross? He'd make him bow like a dog.
Grabbing his pocket money, he headed to the lottery shop downstairs.
Zhao An picked five scratch-off tickets at five yuan each. The shop was lively, full of people dreaming of striking it rich—most just lambs for slaughter.
Testing his luck, he casually scratched them all.
*Ding!* "Congratulations, host, on obtaining lottery pattern knowledge!"* The pleasant voice chimed again.
More strange knowledge flooded his mind.
When he looked up again, the numbers on the wall formed charts and graphs—sequences predicting the next draw.
Zhao An's heart raced. *This is fucking insane!* He quickly bought a ten-fold bet on the five-number draw, twenty yuan total, just before the next round.
Two minutes later, the numbers matched. His heart pounded—he'd won!
"Congratulations, kid." The shop owner handed him 5,400 yuan.
"Thanks." Zhao An took the cash, his pulse thundering. His first windfall!
With money in hand, he went to another shop and bet 1,000 yuan on the thrice-weekly Super Lotto. The jackpot? Over 600 million. If he won, even after taxes, he'd pocket 400 million—instant wealth!
Buying a milk tea and a pack of cigarettes, Zhao An squatted at a street corner, watching women walk by. In his past life, he'd been a loser—a dead-end worker scraping by on 3,000 a month.
Watching girls in hot pants flaunt their long legs, he swore: *This time, I'll fuck as many as I want. Keep them all, knock them up. Get a mother-daughter pair, breed them both, then take maternity wedding photos with their bellies swollen with my seed!*
The image of a taboo mother-daughter duo, pregnant with his children, posing in wedding dresses—just thinking about it left him speechless with excitement. *Fine, I'm still a loser. My ambition starts and ends with money and women.*
But a man needed dreams. Zhao An's? To be a self-made tycoon.
Walking down the street, his phone rang—his mother, Zhao Xinlei. "Xiao An, I'm still on a business trip. I'll be back in a few days. Take care of yourself. Want anything? I'll bring it."
A lawyer and divorced single mother, Zhao Xinlei was a formidable woman. Her natural authority made Zhao An fear her more than a tiger—raised on strict discipline.
But she was also stunning—voluptuous yet slender, with the commanding presence of a career woman. Intimidating, like a teacher you couldn't help but want to conquer.
"Nothing. Just come back safe. I'll manage." Zhao An replied flatly.
"Alright, Xiao An. See you soon." Her voice carried guilt—she couldn't always be there for her son.
Zhao An didn't resent her. But the thought of her mature, curvaceous body made his imagination run wild. *Slap!* He hit himself. *Stop that.*
Back home, Zhao An studied stocks, opened an account, and bought the cheapest shares—five trades, 1,000 yuan total.
Instantly, he understood market mechanics. *Fuck, this is insane.*
"Tch. Is making money really this easy?" He smirked. To him, stock charts now showed future trends.
He bought one set to surge tomorrow. Selling in the afternoon would net at least 200,000 yuan—turning 5,000 into 200,000. In stocks, anything was possible.
As he worked, another flood of knowledge hit—this time, hacking.
Zhao An's grin turned predatory.
He could now mask his tracks, infiltrate servers, steal data. Even code malware for untraceable financial transfers.
"This Encyclopedia System is fucking broken!" His ambitions grew darker.
Hacking into his mother's phone, his screen displayed a blurry, steamy bathroom silhouette—but Zhao An recognized her instantly: Zhao Xinlei, his lawyer beauty of a mother.
Blood rushed to his nose. *This is too fucking hot!*