Don't Call Me a Thief, Please Call Me Jiangyang Thief

"See clearly, I never steal anything with my hands, I use my brain." (Because I almost peed my pants the first time I stole.) On a dark and windy night, Fang Jiangyang, a thief, stood on the top floor of the 48th floor with his hands in his pockets, overlooking Beihu City below him. He looked back at the policeman behind him, smiled disdainfully, and still stood motionless because his legs were numb with fear. When he was caught by the police, his whole body softened. Fang Jiangyang's parents divorced when he was young, and his mother died of cancer when he was a child. The only person who cared about him was his aunt. It was such a person who awakened the system after being stabbed in the back. In this world without superpowers, Fang Jiangyang relies on the system to step by step transform from a thief who bullies the weak and fears the strong to the Jiangyang thief who walks between black and white. "Remember, even the origin of heaven and earth can be stolen."