"Zhang Qiuye, let's break up."
...
"Please, let me go."
After the breakup, Zhang Qiuye, who was hungover, only felt that he was mentally ill. Because a line of words from another dimension appeared in his eyes.
"The current reputation is 5, and the system will be opened with a reputation of 100."
"Psycho!"
He went to the hospital and the doctor said he was fine.
Oh. System, right? System!
Only later did he realize that he had something called a system.
After successfully activating the system, what kind of artist will he become?
Is he a young man who relies on his face to make a living?
Is he the king of singers who conquers the audience with his singing?
Or a talented actor who impresses the audience with his acting skills?
Zhang Qiuye smiled slightly.
Sorry, I want them all.
