The System Says I'm an Old Man, So I Collect a Pension at 27

“Diagnosis: advanced stomach cancer. You have three months to live.”

Lin Yan stopped pushing himself, slammed his hand on the table, quit his job, and went back to the countryside to wait for death. But on his first day lying down, he received a text about his “retirement pay settlement.”

As long as he avoided stressing himself out, ate well, slept well, and basked in the sun, the System would deposit over a million yuan into his account first thing every morning and repair his internal organs as a bonus.

[Today's activities: Woke up naturally, basked in the sun, ate a free-range egg fried by Mom.]

[System settlement: 1,002,252 yuan deposited. Cancer cell repair rate +1%. Lifespan +1 day.]

Since I'm going to die soon, I won't put up with the slightest bit of mistreatment!

Shady loan collectors? Take the legitimate principal and interest. Demand a cent more and I'll send you straight to the police station.

Can't sleep on a hard bed? I'll upgrade the whole room into a soundproof, dehumidified space capsule!

Snobbish relatives who used to look down on my family want to show off their wealth? I'll buy a huge duplex outright and teach them a lesson!

A crooked corporation is exploiting a beautiful boss? I'll slap down a check and make the villain tremble.

Later, the old village I'd casually renovated became a wellness retreat so exclusive that the world's rich would do anything to get in.

And the aloof, beautiful campus belle who was also my boss was blushing as she washed grapes for me. “Brother Lin, didn't you say you were feeling weak? Last night, you... You lied to me!”