After Chen Gang was poisoned to death by his sworn brother, he opened his eyes and found himself back three years in the past. He had 2,800 yuan in his account, owed 6,000 on Huabei, and had just received a breakup message from his girlfriend. A chime rang in his mind: “The Tycoon Spending System is now bound. Spend money to get cash back. Spending makes you stronger, with no upper limit.”
Spend 10,000 and get 100,000 back. Stock market predictions accurate down to the last cent. Every step went so smoothly, as if someone had paved the way in advance.
On the third day, the System displayed a line of text. It wasn’t a mission. It wasn’t a reward. It was four words: “Don’t trust the System.”
On the fourth day, he saw a seal with three arcs on a dying old man’s contract. The old man said the supplier had dug a basement in a mine in Myanmar. It had ventilation, electrical wiring, and a bed. Someone was being held inside. For thirty-one days.
On the tenth day, a man standing before a floor-to-ceiling window a hundred stories up told him
“When the previous Host died, his hands were tied behind his back, and there was a note stuffed in his mouth. It wasn’t a plea for mercy or a final message. It was the name of someone who wouldn’t appear for another six years.”
“Your name.”
The System wasn’t free. Every penny was borrowed. Before him, there had been three Hosts. The first broke his life debt into code and embedded it in the System’s foundation. The second changed the terms of the agreement to delay the harvest. The third wrote all his beginner missions by lamplight, then died in his place.
His name was Su Yuan, number 013. Before he died, he changed his name to Zero One Three: one that starts from zero.
Chen Gang was the fourth Host. He hadn’t come to spend money. He’d come to clear all four generations’ debts in one go.
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