County-Town Old Timer: I Got the Yoga Pants System from the Start

When you're middle-aged, you're worse off than a dog.

To scrape together 8,000 yuan for his daughter's college tuition, 46-year-old Zhang Dashan endures stabbing back pain and grovels at the loading dock.

His ex-wife calls him a good-for-nothing, the logistics station manager docks his pay, and even the female supervisor looks down on his worn-out shoes for dirtying the tiles.

To spare his daughter a hard life, he tramples his dignity as a man underfoot and puts up with anything.

Only after he unexpectedly awakens a System does Zhang Dashan discover that turning a life around from the bottom is actually simple and brutal.

With the cover of night and the System's help, he roughly tears the masks off those haughty women.

Ding! Mission complete. Reward: 10,000 yuan and a perfectly restored body!

His daughter's tuition is taken care of, and life is more comfortable.

He still drives that battered truck, wears his drab work clothes, and eats cheap breakfasts from roadside stalls.

But he alone knows that the people who seem untouchable in this little county all have to watch their step around him in private.

"Sweetheart, focus on your studies. Dad's not tired."

As long as he can protect his daughter's pure, radiant smile, what does it matter if he becomes the county's darkest, most unspeakable shadow?