Chapter 5: Spin! Spin! Spin!

The pointer slowed, passing over Apprentice-level Computer Skills, and Ye Feng's heart began to race. Just beyond lay Grandmaster-level Driving, Elite-level Academics, Master-level Music, and Grandmaster-level Culinary Arts—all exceptional skills.

At last, the pointer settled on Grandmaster-level Culinary Arts.

"Congratulations, Host, on acquiring Grandmaster-level Culinary Arts! From now on, your culinary skills are unrivaled—a mark of a true gentleman, and a weapon sure to win hearts."

Ye Feng was speechless. What kind of system administrator is this? This thing is a shameless flatterer.

But he didn't mind; having an amusing Optic Brain was far better than a dull one, as evidenced by the cheeky system assessments.

Ye Feng absorbed the flood of knowledge from Grandmaster-level Culinary Arts: knife skills, heat control, and a wealth of cooking techniques. By earthly standards, he was now akin to a head chef in a five-star hotel.

"Host, you still have one cross-level lottery chance and one guaranteed God-level Life Skill lottery. Would you like to proceed?"

"Draw, draw, draw!" How could he resist? His luck was too good to pass up.

"Commencing cross-level draw…"

This time, no wheel appeared. Instead, a golden glow radiated from Optic Brain, and suddenly, a potion-like item materialized before Ye Feng.

R-Type Gene Enhancer: Increases all attributes by 10 points with no side effects.

"Wow, a full 10-point increase in all attributes! Does that mean even my 'special ability' will improve?" Ye Feng's grin was wide and shameless.

Optic Brain chimed in, "Host's luck is extraordinary, drawing a gene enhancer worth 50 enhancement points. You're one step closer to the perfect man."

Ye Feng laughed, "Alright, alright, I know I'm amazing. Save the praise until I finish my last draw."

"Of course, Host. Initiating guaranteed God-level Life Skill lottery…"

A large wheel appeared, labeled with a series of god-level skills:

• God-Level Academics

• God-Level Computer Science

• God-Level Driving

• God-Level Gambling

• God-Level Culinary Arts

• God-Level Art

• God-Level Music

• God-Level Stock Trading

• God-Level Etiquette

• God-Level Psychology

The wheel spun rapidly and finally stopped on God-Level Academics.

"What? Out of all the choices, I get 'Academics'? What a waste of such a valuable lottery chance," Ye Feng sighed, thinking of his newfound wealth. To him, education seemed superfluous.

But Optic Brain slyly remarked, "Host, at your current academic level, you could write essays, poems, whatever you fancy—and charm countless admirers. God-Level Academics is hardly useless."

Ye Feng's eyes lit up. "You're right; it's a tool for winning hearts! This is essential!"

A glowing sphere materialized, merging with his mind, filling it with knowledge and resources.

"Haha! I'm a top student now! Winning over schoolgirls will be a breeze." The idea of admirers lining up had him grinning.

Wait, what's happening to me? Ever since I was reborn, I've become such a flirt. This has to be Big Brother Yan's influence. (Meanwhile, in the underworld, King Yan sneezed. "Who's thinking about me? Ah, probably my unfortunate little brother.")

But King Yan would surely protest: "Brother, that's just your true self finally unleashed. Don't pin this on me!"

"Hey, Optic Brain, how do I use this R-Type Gene Enhancer?"

"Simply drink it, Host."

"Oh, that simple? And I still have 20 enhancement points, right?"

"Correct, Host."

"Apply them all to my special ability." Without a second thought, Ye Feng drank the R-Type Gene Enhancer.

Immediately, warmth flowed through him, especially below the waist, and he felt as though he were floating.

"Enhancement complete. Would you like to check your status?" After a few minutes, the system informed him that the enhancement process was finished.

Feeling the surge of energy within and the noticeable increase in… well, other areas, Ye Feng shouted, "Check my personal info!"

God-Level Lottery System

Host: Ye Feng

Intelligence: 64 (Average: 100) – System Assessment: "There's hope for you yet. Don't give up—there's a bright future ahead in elementary school."

Stamina: 54 (Average: 100) – System Assessment: "You can now walk in a light breeze without a safety rope. But remember, for strong winds, take caution."

Special Ability: 70 (Average: 100) – System Assessment: "Impressive growth; no need to worry about 'substitutes.' However, endurance needs improvement."

Reaction Speed: 70 (Average: 100) – System Assessment: "Good progress! No more jabs about delayed reflexes. Keep it up!"

Strength: 40 (Average: 100) – System Assessment: "Safe to play with toy knives, but real ones are still beyond your league."

Skills: Master-level Tai Chi, Grandmaster-level Tan Tui, God-Level Academics, Grandmaster-level Culinary Arts

Combat Power: 150 – System Assessment: "Respectable—a one-against-five fight won't even leave you winded."

Lottery Points: 0

Enhancement Tokens: 0

Exiting the special space, Ye Feng immediately dropped his pants, laughing, "It finally grew! Now it's longer than my middle finger and thick as can be. I could rival the stars of Western 'art' films!"

He let his mind wander, filled with a sense of triumph.

After finishing his draws, Ye Feng left the lottery space and glanced at the mirror across the room.

"Is that really me? My once feeble frame now carries a hint of strength, and my handsome face, framed by neat short hair and deep-set eyes with a glint of mischief, looks every bit the young master of a noble family."

He stared, overwhelmed. Who would've thought that yesterday I was just an ordinary guy, struggling and scraping by, only to transform overnight into a wealthy, powerful heartthrob?

But the thought of Shiyun lingered painfully. Shiyun, if only you could see me now. I wonder how you're doing, wherever you are…

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, urgent knock on the door.

Composing himself, Ye Feng rose from his bed and walked toward the door.

Opening it, he found an elderly man with frosted hair standing respectfully outside.

Seeing Ye Feng, the old man was momentarily stunned. The young master before him seemed like a different person entirely.

Sixteen-year-old Ye Feng, Tianjing City's most notorious playboy, usually had a frivolous look, his gaze unsteady, his aura weak, as if he'd been hollowed out by indulgence.

Now, however, his eyes were sharp, exuding confidence—a stark contrast to his former self.

Recovering quickly, the old man respectfully said, "Young Master Feng, the Master requests your presence in the study. He wishes to discuss something with you."

The butler was curious; he couldn't imagine what a shrewd man like the Master would have to discuss with the infamous young master. Despite his slight shift in perception, Ye Feng's reputation still overshadowed him.