The Player's Style Is Unconventional [Infinite]

Sheng Youyu had a System. Its mission was to help every child grow up healthy and happy. Sheng Youyu, who had just turned eighteen last night: “???” No matter how you looked at it, he'd outgrown the category of “child”! System: Complete tasks to receive the things you want most as rewards. Go to bed early and get up early: 1,000 yuan. Wash up in the morning: 500 yuan. Eat breakfast on time: 500 yuan. Tidy your room: sweep the floor and get 500 yuan. Study hard: 5,000 yuan. Balance work and rest: play games and get 1,000 yuan… Sheng Youyu immediately straightened up. “Sure.” A healthy lifestyle, and financial freedom at a young age. Life was a piece of cake. Just as Sheng Youyu was thinking that, he was suddenly dragged into a horror game. Sheng Youyu: “…” System: [Remember to live healthily in the horror game, too.] The System had come along too? Sheng Youyu soon discovered that the money rewarded by the System could be used in the game, too! Unlike the inflation outside, the game's currency was still stuck in the era when a tea egg cost just five cents. Looking at the System's rewards, which were often hundreds or thousands of yuan… Sheng Youyu: I'm rich! I'm even richer than I was before?! And the System would protect the “child's” life, too?! Might as well keep slacking, then! … The infinite world was full of danger. Players were chased by bizarre NPCs, panicking as they ran for their lives, afraid that if they weren't fast enough they'd die. Sheng Youyu was the only one whose approach was completely different. Sheng Youyu (Why run? He slowly stops and pats the NPC on the shoulder): It's time for me to go to bed. Where's the biggest and best hotel nearby? Please take me there. A hotel? What hotel? The bizarre NPC grinned wickedly and opened its mouth wide. “Come sleep forever in my belly!” Everyone else: It's over, it's over. How can he still be so fussy at a time like this? Instead of trying to escape, he wants to go to sleep. Now he's as good as dead. While the NPC is distracted by him, let's run! Sheng Youyu pulled a ten-yuan bill out of thin air and held it in front of the NPC. “Take me to the hotel.” The bizarre NPC's pupils trembled as its murderous intent instantly subsided. “Of course, boss. Thank you, boss. Don't worry, boss. I'll get you there safely.” Everyone stared in disbelief. “That works?!” Damn rich people! ♡♡♡ I'm working on another story at the same time. Feel free to check it out if you're interested~ Title: The Slacker Expert Has Returned from Cultivating Immortality Story ID: 10616769 Blurb: Sheng Qingkong opened his eyes. He discovered that he'd returned to the modern world from the cultivation world. Good news. He wouldn't have to fight anymore and could enjoy a quiet, ordinary retirement. Bad news. This world was full of lingering spirits whose obsessions kept them from moving on, leaving them to suffer night after night. Sheng Qingkong: Forget it, I'll give them a hand while I'm at it. At a deadly intersection, one ghost could hold up all the traffic. A ghost kept climbing into people's driver seats and hitting the brakes. How could there not be rear-end collisions? Sheng Qingkong: “Don't panic. I'll play a tune to awaken the spirits trapped in their obsessions.” Everyone: “???” What a charlatan. Only the spirit came to its senses, its fingertips trembling. “I almost… made things worse while trying to help.” Then people were shocked to discover… From that day on, there were no more rear-end collisions! Could he really be a master of the supernatural? A cat's cries could always be heard in the park. Was it breeding season? No, the cats were roaring. The person who killed their owner had escaped and disappeared without a trace. Sheng Qingkong reached out again. “Don't worry, I'll help you find him!” Everyone watching: “???” Before long, a pack of cats and dogs attacked the killer. He sobbed and clung to a police officer's leg, crying, “I'm turning myself in!” The police: “???” Who put a hit out on the stray cats and dogs? This isn't scientific! Sheng Qingkong played a tune to call the spirits, and another to catch criminals. At first, I really only wanted to live an ordinary life. … Later, word spread among the spirits that a living King of Hell had appeared. He was harsher on evil ghosts than the real King of Hell, faster at delivering justice, and could help them fulfill their regrets and move on. He offered a wide range of services. Sheng Qingkong already had to deal with ghosts every day. On top of that, whenever he went out, cats and dogs would surround him with offerings. If their owners were in trouble, they knew who to call! Sheng Qingkong: “…” He tiredly tossed away a bug, then swept a pile of joss paper out of the house. He didn't really need payment that much, honestly! Theme: Don't worry about what other people think. Just be yourself.