The day I transmigrated as the fourth child of a wealthy family, I awakened mind-reading abilities.
My eldest sister served me soup while cursing me as a bastard in her heart.
My second sister scrolled through her phone and rolled her eyes.
My third brother smiled as he put food on my plate, thinking he hoped I'd get hit by a car.
The old man raised his glass and called us a family, while planning to donate the entire inheritance.
On the surface, we were a model family. In reality, everyone was stabbing everyone else in the back.
Then a System showed up.
I had to say five honest things every day, or I'd get electrocuted.
The voltage doubled every day.
My eldest sister exploded like a dandelion.
My second sister raised her middle finger and cursed the heavens.
My third brother smashed a pair of glasses every day.
The old man chased the dog around the house, asking it for a power bank.
I sat to the side with my tea and watched.
Pretty good. More exciting than food-delivery coupons.
