I Want a Legitimate Job, but the System Keeps Sending Me into Shady Business

After graduating, I decided to lie flat and play games, so my mom kicked me out. With no money to my name, I got bound to the [Underworld Hustle System]. I thought getting rich meant living dangerously, with one foot in the black market. The missions the System assigned were one more outrageous than the last. Then one day… A young wife handed me a black card, a rich heiress dropped a contract in my lap, a policewoman asked me to be her partner, and the campus belle grabbed her dad and insisted I become her bodyguard. Looking at the growing crowd of beautiful women around me and the soaring numbers in my account, I finally understood: what this System wanted me to hustle wasn’t some shady side gig. It was a direct route to the heavens: connections, a fortune, and a garden of romance.