Charity For The Pitiful

"Is it done, darling? Can I try it?" The black-haired woman was still the most eager.

"It's not intended for your use, so it was useless for you."

"Oh!" She looked a bit disappointed.

"If you want, I can make one for you!"

"Yay! Thank you, darling; you are the best! Muuah!"

"So, husband, how did you plan to select the fated person?"

"Of course, with this!"

Fang Jiuyi waved his hand, and a big machine appeared in front of them.

"Slot machine??" The blonde-haired girl asked with uncertainty.

"Yes, random is the best; that's why many people like RNG."

The slot in the slot machine was not filled with pictures but with a number from 1 to 9.

"Now let's select the candidate. Do any of you have any suggestions?"

"Pitiful person." The gentle woman

"Funny person." The black-haired woman

"Protagonist template." The blonde woman

The blonde-haired woman's answer made the two other women look at her, not knowing what she meant by protagonist template.

"Okay, let's include everyone's suggestions!"

"Heaven Search Engine!"

It was a technique he created based on how search engines worked; just the database was taken from heaven, so he named it Heaven Search Engine.

If someone who studied divination looked at him, they would be amazed and scared because Fang Jiuyi was searching for heaven's secret.

If they did it like him, they would die instantly from the backlash of trying to search for the secret of heaven.

"Done!

"There was a 18.548.294.203.... candidate.

"Whoever number was correspondence to the one shown in the slot machine, then he was the fated person."

With a rumble, the slot machine started spinning.

"Stop!"

The blonde-haired girl said before Fang Jiuyi could.

Whatever, as long as the fated person was picked.

The number shown on the slot machine was 09.162.172.253...

"So you are the fated person; oh right, I forgot to name the system.

"Because it was the first system, then the name is...

"Okay, there you go!"

"Are you done, darling?"

"Yes, now we just need to wait for the host's answer."

"Then, can you make my system now?"

"Okay, what system do you want?"

***

Meanwhile, in a certain courtyard of the Azure Cloud Sect, a young man was looking at the virtual screen in front of him, and there was a hesitation in his eyes.

The virtual screen appeared suddenly two days ago, and he didn't know anything about it. He asked other people if they saw it, but they thought that he was starting to get crazy because of the beating he received and began treating him like he was crazy.

He didn't know if the virtual screen was a good or bad thing, so he hesitated in his choice. What if it was a good thing and he rejected it?

He would regret it for life if he rejected it, so he just let it be.

After all, the virtual screen didn't block his vision in any way. It just made him a little uncomfortable because he was always conscious of it but couldn't get rid of it.

It was like when there was something stuck in your nose. You could see its silhouette with your eyes; it didn't block your vision in any way, but you would feel uncomfortable because of it and would try to get rid of it.

After thinking about it for so long, he decided to agree to it.

He looked at the virtual screen and noticed that there was additional text on it; he didn't know if it was his hallucinations, but he felt that it didn't exist yesterday.

"What is this?"

['No' would be the default answer if there was no choice made after three days.]

And below it [For more information, you can read user agreements and privacy policies.]

Wei Fang also noticed some text that had a different color than the others.

He touched it because he was curious.

"Wha..?"

He was startled because another virtual screen popped up in front of him; there was a long text on it.

"So if I chose yes, my privacy would be forfeited, and my life and death are tied to the system." He said after reading the texts.

He gritted his teeth and chose the 'Yes' option.

He held a mentality of do or die. He didn't have anything to lose already.

From the four essential things for the cultivator, he lost three already. His wealth was gone from buying the healing pill; he couldn't try to gather it again because he would always get beaten up every time he went out.

His friends were all leaving him and avoiding him like he was a crazy person.

Even his ideal place for cultivation was gone.

Only his cultivation technique was left because it was issued by the sect.

Wei Fang closed his eyes, preparing for whatever consequences came from binding the system.

He waited for a bit, and then...

Then nothing.

Nothing was happening to him.

"Is the binding failed?" He was puzzled.

He looked again; the virtual screen was still there, but the text had changed.

[Binding in Progress...60%]

"What is %? For how long will this process take?"

80%

95%

100%

[Binding system completed!]

[Welcome to the Trial System]

Wei Fang still didn't feel anything, even when the system binding was completed.

He heaved a sigh of relief, for the system at least seemed to be not a bad thing.

"So, is this system a weapon or an artifact?"

[No, the system is neither a weapon nor an artifact.]

"Is it responding to me?"

[No, the system is responding to the ghost.]

Wei Fang widened his eyes. This was the first time he knew that an artifact could respond to someone.

[As said before, the system was not an artifact.]

It can read my thoughts?

[As stated in the user agreements, the host has no privacy from the system and its owner.]

"So, what is the use of the system?"

[Like the name of the system, the system will give you a trial to complete. You would receive a reward if you completed it and punishment if you failed.]

"So its like lassing inheritance?

"Then, am I the disciple of the system creator?" Wei Fang asked excitedly. For someone to create something like a system that no one could see except him must be someone powerful.

But what the system said was like pouring him a bucket of cold water.

[Plese don't think too highly of yourself! You are not even worthy to clean his shoes!]

"This..." He was depressed looking at the system answer.

"Then I must be special or something, right? For me to be chosen to be the system host?"

[Answering to the host questions, you are selected because you fulfill one of the three criteria...]

Wei Fang waited eagerly.

[You meet the criteria as a pitiful person.]

Critical!

Wei Fang's self-esteem was crushed. He was in a daze.

He was chosen because he was pitiful, not because he was special or had something in him that made him different from others.

At least being a pitiful person enabled me to obtain the system. He tried to cheer himself up.

"So what is the trial?"

He was eager to complete the trial and obtain rewards. After all, he only heard it from the system and didn't know if it benefited him in any way.

[The trial will only be given to the host at a suitable time, so host, please be patient.]

[The system suggested the host to take a look at the inventory.]

[The host can display the system option by saying 'Interface' in your heart].

Interface. Wei Fang thought.

[Profile][Trial][Inventory]

[Profile

Host Name: Wei Fang

Cultivation :

Body: None

Essense (Qi): Level 3 Qi Condensation

Soul: None

Cuktivation technique:

Azure Cloud Incantation (Qi Condensation Part)

Skill :

Raging Fist (Elementary)

Wei Fang was surprised. He could see all the information about his cultivation here.

He also saw the options of trial and inventory beside the profile.

Without hesitation, he checked on the trial option, but it was empty.

Then he checked the inventory with anticipation because the system told him to check it.

On the inventory page, there are many empty spaces in the shape of suquare on the visual screen, and only one of them is not empty.

"Is this it?" He clicked on the item inside the square.

Then the item description was displayed.

[Charity for the Pitiful]

[Because of how pitiful the host is, the system decided to give the host some charity so he could get by.]

Under it, there was an 'Open' option.

The system really knows to poke where it hurts.

Open! Wei Fang thought.