Dark eye mask

Thirty years old—that was the age people often referred to as the time to stand tall and firm.
At this age, some were splendid and dazzling, intoxicated in a world of wealth, while others were desolate and dim, confined to rope beds and clay stoves.
Lin Mo belonged to the latter. At thirty, he was still a porter, toiling away to earn a living.
His daughter was bullied by a male classmate at school—simply because his family was well-off, the school chose to turn a blind eye. His wife, already pregnant, was secretly working at a supermarket to supplement the household income without his knowledge.
As he lay awake looking at his wife by his side and his daughter sleeping soundly in the little bed, Lin Mo felt so aggrieved he shed tears. Despite working hard every day until his back could no longer straighten, he still couldn't change the dire state of their lives.
However, it was at this time that the Daily Intelligence System suddenly awoke.
[Daily Intelligence has been updated]
[1. Neighbor Wang Youcai secretly used his retirement funds to tip 10,000 yuan to a beauty in a live stream under the nickname Black Chicken.]
[2. The police will perform a surprise inspection at the Red Romance Foot Bath at 12 o'clock tonight.]
[3. Victory Bird will launch a ground assault against Hass in three days.]
[4. The pet dog from 1402, Unit 1, Building 5 of Earth Garden Community is missing, and its owner Li Xiaoru is offering a 10,000 yuan reward for its return.]
[5. The pet dog belonging to Li Xiaoru that went missing is trapped in a sewage drain on Development Road.]
[6…]
Initially, Lin Mo just wanted to use this system to make a bit of extra cash to alleviate his stifling life.

Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

Perhaps it was due to the rage overtaking him, or perhaps the poison in his system had started to take full effect. Just after Jack Thompson finished shouting, his eyes suddenly rolled back, and he collapsed stiffly to the ground. His body began convulsing violently, resembling a seizure patient, foam bubbling out of his mouth. He curled into a fetal position, exuding an agonizing appearance. His face contorted with pain, eyes shut tight, and his forehead was drenched in beads of sweat as thick as pearls.


Witnessing Jack Thompson's sudden deterioration, David, who had been wearing a grave expression, looked even worse. Burning with urgency, he shouted, "Get out of the way!" He then swiftly pulled the pistol from his waist in one seamless motion. Gripping the handgun tightly with both hands, he aimed firmly at the corner of the glass box, his index finger slowly pressing down on the trigger.


just like being under an immobilization spell