Boom!
With a muffled thud, Yang Ling crashed through the chaotic bank doors, hitting the ground hard, stars exploding in his vision.
Life hadn't been easy. After graduating from high school, the lack of money forced him to drop out of college. Desperate to support his family, he found work as an assistant police officer in the district patrol brigade, a job he got through a friend's recommendation.
Two months into the job, he stumbled into a bank robbery. Just his luck, he was patrolling nearby when it happened. As he walked through the gate, a robber knocked him out cold with a fire extinguisher, sending him spiraling into unconsciousness.
As he lay there, life slipping away, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
"Ding! The Wish System has successfully bound itself to you. Drawing a novice gift package for the host."
"Ding! Congratulations, host. You have three wishes available."
In his confused state, Yang Ling couldn't think straight. Only one thought dominated his mind: I don't want to die.
"Ding! Wish granted. The host has acquired the skill: Injury Recovery."
"Explanation: No matter what kind of trauma the host suffers, they will recover within five seconds."
As the system's voice faded, Yang Ling felt a warm surge of energy flow through his body.
Within moments, consciousness returned. He touched his head, feeling nothing but smooth skin, and stood up as if nothing had happened.
A normal person would be terrified in such a situation, but Yang Ling was different. He was a young man full of vigor, and now, with his strength restored, rage bubbled within him.
"Which bastard hit me?! I'll kill you!" he roared.
"Ding! Wish granted. The host has acquired the skill: Throwing Proficiency."
"Explanation: Within the limits of the host's strength, the hit rate for thrown objects is 100%."
Another surge of warmth coursed through his veins. Yang Ling grabbed the fire extinguisher that had knocked him out and hurled it at the nearest robber.
Boom!
The fire extinguisher, like a heat-seeking missile, smashed into the masked robber's forehead. He crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud, his fate uncertain.
The bank fell into stunned silence. Everyone—panicked clerks, terrified customers, and the remaining robbers—stood frozen, staring at the young assistant policeman who had just sprung to life.
One of the robbers, his face covered by silk stockings, snapped back to reality. He let out a panicked yell and aimed his pistol at Yang Ling!
Yang Ling's heart leaped into his throat. With nothing else to throw, desperation set in until he remembered—there was a coin in his pocket!
"Ding! Throwing Proficiency activated."
Snap!
In a flash of motion, the coin shot straight into the robber's open mouth. The man's body stiffened, and then he collapsed to the ground, clutching his throat, writhing in agony.
"Boss!"
The last remaining robber, a hefty man wielding a machete, screamed in rage and charged at Yang Ling.
Having just taken down two robbers, Yang Ling's senses were razor-sharp. He shouted in his mind, I wish I could defeat this guy!
"Ding! Wish granted. The host has acquired the skill: Tai Chi Mastery."
Another warm current filled his body just as the fat robber reached him.
"Use his strength against him!"
Yang Ling shouted, deftly sidestepping the machete and guiding the man's momentum.
The robber stumbled forward, off balance.
With a swift, practiced movement, Yang Ling struck, delivering a powerful blow to the back of the man's head. The fat robber's eyes rolled back as he toppled to the ground, foaming at the mouth, lifeless.
Silence. Deathly silence.
In mere moments, the three robbers had been neutralized.
The bank staff and terrified customers, who had been moments away from running for their lives, now stared at the young policeman in awe. The entire scene felt surreal, almost comical.
"Ding! You have shattered the robber's desire to rob the bank. Free distribution point +1."
"Ding! You have fulfilled the wish of the on-site personnel to be rescued. Wish value +1."
"Explanation: When your wish value reaches 10 points, you can make a wish."
Yang Ling stood frozen, his mind whirling.
The system's voice echoed in his head, leaving him overwhelmed with emotion.
"A system? What system?"
"Am I about to strike it rich?!"