I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

[Brain storage area☞(...)]

All settings are fictional and their existence is justified; please do not apply them to reality.

Luo Fei squeezed out of the crowded subway car.

I glanced at my watch—8:47 PM.

If I work overtime until this late, the company only provides a dinner allowance of 25 yuan.

He twitched the corner of his mouth.

Stepping out of the subway station, the sweltering heat of a summer night hit me.

The streetlights cast a long shadow over him, making him appear somewhat lonely.

I walked for ten minutes back to the old neighborhood where I was renting.

The motion-activated light in the hallway has been broken for half a month. The landlord said it would be fixed next week, but it will be fixed the following week.

I climbed up to the fifth floor in the dark and inserted the key into the lock.

The door opened.

The 30-square-meter single room had a view from one end to the other.

Unmade blankets were piled on the bed, and leftover takeout containers from last night were on the table.

Luo Fei threw his briefcase onto the chair.

I took off my shirt, went into the cramped bathroom, and splashed my face with cold water.

The person in the mirror looked a little tired, with dark circles under their eyes, and a tuft of hair sticking up from being squeezed by the subway, standing blankly on their head.

Twenty-seven years old.

Graduated with a regular undergraduate degree.

I work as an ordinary project specialist at an ordinary company.

I earn 6,200 yuan after tax each month. After transferring money to my parents and my younger sister who is in college, I can save about 500 yuan a month after deducting rent, utilities, transportation and food.

My parents are in our hometown and are in good health.

His younger sister would occasionally beg him for some pocket money.

Luo Fei dried his face, walked to the small refrigerator, opened the door, and took out a can of cola.

The can made a "hissing" sound when it was opened, and bubbles rushed out.

He tilted his head back and took a big gulp; the icy liquid slid down his throat, bringing a brief moment of clarity.

Walk to the table.

He slumped into the chair.

Luo Fei took out his phone.

Unlock.

I habitually open short video apps.

Swipe your thumb up.

The first video was a funny compilation of cats, and he smiled.

Slide up.

Beautiful women dancing, after watching.

Slide up.

He paused for three seconds during the game live stream clip.

The fingers repeatedly made an upward swiping motion.

My mind is blank, my eyes are unfocused.

This is an inexpensive way to relax that requires no thinking and no interaction.

Until the next video loads.

The visuals are simple: a pure black background with large white text.

The left side reads: "One trillion Chinese Yuan".

The right side reads: "Dragon Ball, 10,000 Power Level".

A huge red question mark is flashing in the middle.

Luo Fei blinked.

These comparison videos have become quite popular recently, with things like "Would you choose one million or getting into Tsinghua University?" or "One billion but a ten-year reduction in lifespan."

It's nothing more than stimulating the audience's imagination. The comments section is filled with heated arguments, but everyone knows it's just a hypothetical scenario.

He was going to row it away.

But the text in the video suddenly changed.

As if someone were editing in real time, lines of small text began to appear below "One Trillion Dragon Nation Currency" on the left:

[Legitimate funds, traceable source]

No usage restrictions

Global distribution

Below the "Dragon Ball 10,000 Power Level" on the right, the following explanation also appears:

[Comprehensively improve physical fitness]

[No special skills or techniques, no ability to fly]

[Basic Combat Strength]

Luo Fei frowned.

This video is quite detailed.

He glanced at the progress bar; the video was a full five minutes long, completely different from those fifteen-second short videos.

These comparison videos are usually only a few seconds long.

interesting.

He adjusted his posture and placed the Coke can on the table.

The red question mark in the center of the video screen began to rotate.

It keeps spinning faster and faster.

Finally, it exploded into a line of large golden characters:

Please select.

Below, two button silhouettes appeared: one blue, representing wealth; and one red, representing power.

Luo Fei smiled.

"It actually looks quite plausible."

His thumb hovered above the screen, hesitating over which button to tap—even though he knew it was just a special effects video and tapping it wouldn't do anything.

But people always like to cooperate in a performance.

He thought for a moment, then moved his thumb toward the blue "Wealth" button.

Just as I was about to touch the screen, the phone suddenly started vibrating violently!

Luo Fei was startled and almost threw his phone away.

"What's going on? Is your phone infected with a virus?"

He tried pressing the power button to lock the screen, but the screen did not respond.

The screen froze on the two selection buttons.

The vibration lasted for about ten seconds.

Then it suddenly stopped.

Luo Fei stared at his phone; the screen was still lit, and the image remained unchanged.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's definitely a problem with the phone's system. This crappy phone is three years old; it's time to replace it..."

Before he could finish speaking...

A voice rang directly in his mind:

The God-level Selection System has been activated.

[Bound Host: Luo Fei]

[Rules: You can trigger a God-level choice once a day.]

[Limited to once per day; select to receive the corresponding reward]

Luo Fei froze.

He remained motionless, still holding his phone.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

"Am I... hallucinating from working overtime?" he muttered to himself.

[Not a hallucination]

The sound came again.

Clear, devoid of any emotional coloring, yet every word goes straight to the depths of the mind.

Luo Fei suddenly stood up from his chair.

He moved too quickly and his knee hit the table leg, making him gasp in pain.

"hiss--"

The pain felt very real.

Not a dream.

He looked around; the small house was empty, and there was no one else there but himself.

"Who's talking?" he asked in a low voice.

[God-Level Choice System]

[The host has currently triggered the first selection]

At the same time, a light blue virtual panel appeared in front of Luo Fei.

The left side displays [Option A: One trillion Dragon Kingdom currency].

The right side displays [Option B: 10,000 Power Level in the Dragon Ball World]

Luo Fei opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He looked at the screen in front of him, which was still stuck on the same two options, but now it looked completely different.

That was no longer a simple special effects video.

Rather, it is a choice.

"Wait, wait, wait—" Luo Fei shook his head, forcing himself to calm down, "Putting aside whether this thing is real or fake... if it is real, I should at least ask around to find out, right?"

[The host can ask questions]

The system will provide an answer within the scope of the rules.

Luo Fei took a deep breath.

He walked to the bedside, sat down, placed his phone on his lap, and clasped his hands together.

"First question," he began, "If we choose money, is the source of this trillion legal? I mean, is it really legal? Won't it be investigated?"

Funds will be transferred to the host's designated account through hundreds of legal channels worldwide.

[Including but not limited to inheritance, cross-border investment dividends, etc.]

The system ensures that the source of every fund is traceable and complies with the current laws of various countries.

The host need not worry about legal risks.

Luo Fei licked his slightly dry lips.

One trillion.

This number is so large that it feels unreal.

The richest man in China probably has assets of several hundred billion.

If he really had that trillion, he would instantly become one of the richest people in the world.

but--

"Second question," Luo Fei looked up, though he didn't know where to look, "You can guarantee the safety of the funds, meaning the safety of the source. What about after that? Once the money is in my account, can you guarantee the safety of the transactions?"

The system only guarantees the legitimacy and legality of the source of funds.

The host shall bear all risks arising from subsequent fund management, investment, and consumption activities.

The system does not provide wealth preservation services.