America: My Uncle Is the Wild West Bounty Hunter

In his senior year, Lu Yuan got on the wrong side of the university leadership with his iron fists and razor-sharp tongue. They shipped him off to the University of Texas in the States to scrape together his final year's credits, where he was to stay with his maternal uncle, Song Jianguo, who was supposedly "making a fortune overseas in arms dealing and international restaurant chains."

The day he landed in Austin, Lu Yuan saw his drunken uncle wearing a beat-up cowboy hat and holding a plastic water gun from Yiwu, shouting at a patrol car outside a leaky barbecue joint: "Pinkerton detectives are coming! Arthur, cover me!" Lu Yuan fell into a deep silence.

Even more absurdly, Lu Yuan awakened the [Wild West Entertainment Mogul System], which recognized modern America as a mash-up of "Red Dead Redemption" and "Darkest Dungeon".

A loan shark was a [Pinkerton Detective]? The college team's 285-pound star defensive tackle was a [Black Obsidian Two-Headed Mammoth]? And the fiery head cheerleader, the Boston old-money heiress, and the glamorous team owner had become the [Saint of Holy Light], the [Ice Duchess], and the [Succubus Queen]?

Trash-talking people into losing their cool let him rack up Emotion Chips. Drawing tarot cards at the saloon let him pull outrageous traits like [Polite Rogue] and [Newton's Coffin Can't Hold Him Down]. Mixing Gatorade with chili water in his uncle's kitchen could brew [Rejuvenating Snake Oil], and he could even unlock [Bonded Battlefield Auras] with beautiful women!

On my first day in America, I only wanted to earn a diploma. By the end of the first week, opponents across the country were begging the referee to put a muzzle on me. By the end of the first year, the NFL had rushed out the Lu Yuan Restriction Act, while socialites from Wall Street and Hollywood were lining up outside my estate for a chance to see me!

America, your king is back!