MTL - Illusion - Chapter 1611 Since it was said, it's easy to handle

Lin Feng was at rock bottom—buried in debt, stuck in a dead-end job, and barely surviving as a struggling college student. His fridge contained nothing but a single egg and regret.Then, one day, his life changed forever.> [Ding!]> [Congratulations! You have unlocked the Rich System!]> [Spending money on women increases their favorability at 2x, 3x, or more!]> [Reach favorability milestones to receive cash returns—higher favorability, higher profits!]At first, Lin Feng thought it was a scam… until 5,000 yuan appeared in his bank account.Now, armed with a system that rewards extravagant spending on women, Lin Feng must navigate the world of wealth, luxury, and high society. But there’s a catch—- Cheap gifts don’t count.- Unnecessary spending lowers the favorability boost.- Some women require more than money to be impressed.- And sometimes, the system throws in humiliating spending challenges.From sharp and ambitious career women to calculating high-society heiresses, rising celebrities, and even a mysterious billionaire widow, Lin Feng must learn how to play the game—or risk losing everything.Can an unlucky underdog turn money into power, respect, and romance? Or will wealth bring him more trouble than he ever imagined?One thing’s for sure—**he’s about to find out.

Procedural Memory: a type of implicit memory (unconscious, long-term memory) which aids the performance of particular types of tasks without conscious awareness of these previous experiences.

“No matter how much I search on the Internet, there is nothing that that even remotely mentions the phenomenon I am currently experiencing.”

“The ability to use someone else’s Procedural Memory at will, what do you even call that phenomenon?”

Park Dowook, a doctor who is able to use the Procedural Memory of others as if it was his own. His special one-of-a-kind treatment begins now!

The number one famed goddess of the Fairy Realm, reborn in the modern world with the Eye of the Sky God, was by nature destined to bring immense wealth and nobility to others. Yet, the foolish family into which she was born treated her as a three-eyed monster and even sought to have her killed! Thankfully, a kind-hearted farming family adopted her. Since then, she took the relatives from her adoptive family and forged a business empire with them, catapulting them into prominence and blessing them with wealth and glory.The Eye of the Sky God granted her the power to see into the past, gaze into the future, command ghosts and deities, see through all things of the world, stabilize the four corners of the universe, and control the life and death of all beings. She solved supernatural cases, stood up for wronged spirits, punished the wicked, promoted the good, and rose to power by crushing the undeserving......Recommended completed stories from September: Sister works of this novel include “Space Divine Doctor: The Strongest Queen Reborn,” “Military Marriage Blaze: Wife Too Ferocious,” “Discarded Wife's Rebirth into Wealth: The Daughter's Rise,” “Divine Doctor Demoted Consort,” “Astounding Abandoned Empress: Divine Doctor Little Cute Treasure,” and “Explosive Little Medical Consort: The World's Number One Beloved.”

“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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