I'm a Singer, So Why Are All My Skills for Con Artists?

Chen Ziyang transmigrated to a parallel world.

He found himself inhabiting the body of a Taoist priest competing in a singing contest, and awakened a God-Tier Exchange System.

As long as he earned admiration points, he could exchange them for points.

With countless hit songs at his disposal, he advanced through round after round of the singing competition.

But the skills he awakened by exchanging for hit songs nearly drove him to despair.

Iron Hands, Divine Fortune-Telling, Bone Reading to Find Your Match, the Despicable Art of Face Reading, and Feng Shui for What You Wear.

These skills were completely useless to his entertainment career.

They also brought him no end of trouble.

Judge: “You know, I've never lost a bet.”

He didn't believe in the supernatural, so he bet Chen Ziyang seven times in a row and ended up a broke giveaway boy.

He said, “I'm a Taoist priest, but everyone should believe in science.”

He said, “I used to do special work. I just gave people consultations.”

He said, “If you keep following me, I'll take pictures of you too, print them out, and curse at them every day when I have time. Why would I need your birth details? A photo is enough!”

Sigh... Why won't everyone believe in science?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.