Crazy System! Turning Me Into an Unrivaled God!

3.

DIIIIIING!

A light-blue transparent panel appeared before Fang Zhe, visible only to him. Below it, two options glowed brightly.

1. Basic Combat Mastery.

Enhances reflexes, striking power, and basic hand-to-hand combat techniques. Suitable for direct confrontation.

2. Basic Medical Proficiency.

Knowledge of first aid, wound stabilization, and basic diagnosis. Suitable for non-combat rescue situations.

A countdown timer appeared in the corner of the panel.

00:00:10

Fang Zhe looked at the girl named Erina, who was now cornered against the wall of a closed shop. One of the men was already reaching for her arm.

“If I choose medical… I might be able to help after it’s too late. But if I choose combat…” he muttered, his gaze turning firmer.

“I choose… Basic Combat Mastery.”

DIIIIIING!

‘Ability transfer in progress…’

In a split second, a burning sensation flowed from his chest to his abdomen, then spread throughout his entire body. His muscles tightened. His bones felt as if they were being realigned. Foreign memories surfaced in his mind—stances, strike angles, the weak points of the human body.

In just two seconds, the transfer was complete.

Fang Zhe slowly opened his eyes. The world felt slower.

He could see the movement of the first man’s shoulder before his arm even moved. He could read the direction of steps before the opponent’s foot touched the ground.

“Hey kid! Trying to play hero?!” one of the men sneered as he saw Fang Zhe approaching.

Fang Zhe’s heart still pounded. He was still afraid. He wanted to trust the system—but how could someone who had never fought suddenly become skilled?

But this time, fear did not control his body.

“I just… don’t like seeing trash roaming around,” he said quietly.

“What?!”

The first man attacked. A large fist shot toward Fang Zhe’s face.

His reflexes moved almost instinctively.

He tilted his head—just enough for the punch to pass through empty air.

Then his elbow struck the man’s wrist.

CRACK!

“AAAAARGH!”

The man’s wrist bone fractured.

Fang Zhe stepped forward before the other two could react. A straight punch to the solar plexus.

THUD!

“UGHH!”

The air burst from the second man’s lungs as his body folded.

The third man tried to grab Fang Zhe from behind.

But Fang Zhe twisted his body, caught the arm, and threw him down with a simple technique etched clearly into his memory.

BAM!

Dust rose into the air.

Silence fell.

In less than fifteen seconds…

The three burly men lay groaning on the ground.

Those who had previously ignored Fang Zhe now stared at him with wide eyes.

Fang Zhe himself paused for a moment.

‘This… is my power now? Truly incredible…’ he thought.

His breathing was slightly heavy—not from exhaustion, but from the adrenaline he had never experienced before.

Behind him, a trembling voice sounded.

“Y-you…”

He turned.

The girl stood up slowly. Her face was still pale, but her eyes were filled with shock.

Beautiful.

That was the first impression.

Even with her messy hair and unsteady breathing, an elegant aura still radiated from her.

DIIIIIING!

‘Emergency Mission Completed!’

‘Reward: 50 system points received.’

‘Current total points: 50’

Hearing this, Fang Zhe smiled faintly.

‘The system inside me… seems trustworthy,’ he thought.

Suddenly, one of the men on the ground cursed weakly.

“Y-you… do you know who we are? We’re people of Lord Ryan!”

The name was unfamiliar to Fang Zhe.

Lord Ryan?

Not Zhao. Not from the Zhao family. But seeing Erina’s expression turn tense, he understood one thing—that name was not someone insignificant.

“Leave now!” Erina whispered urgently, grabbing Fang Zhe’s wrist.

Without hesitation, Fang Zhe nodded. They ran along the sidewalk, away from the crowd, leaving the three groaning men behind.

A few dozen meters later, a luxurious black car suddenly stopped by the roadside. The rear window slowly rolled down.

A bespectacled girl in the front seat looked panicked.

“Miss Erina! Are you alright?!”

Erina immediately opened the back door and pulled Fang Zhe in with her.

“Take us away from here. Now.”

“Yes, Miss.”

The door shut, and the car sped off. Only then did the atmosphere calm slightly.

Fang Zhe sat upright, still alert. He glanced sideways.

Inside the car, Erina seemed different.

Even in simple clothing, the way she sat, the way she controlled her breathing—she was clearly not an ordinary girl.

Like someone used to giving orders.

Or someone of high status.

His thoughts drifted. He realized the trouble he had stepped into might affect his future.

Silence filled the car.

After a few moments, Erina turned to him.

“You… what’s your name?”

“Fang Zhe.”

“Do you have a job?”

The question made Fang Zhe pause. Just a few hours ago, he had been rejected everywhere. Now, a woman with such an elite aura was asking him this.

He wouldn’t waste this chance.

“No,” he answered honestly.

Erina’s gaze sharpened. She recalled how Fang Zhe had moved—fast, clean, efficient. No wasted motion. That wasn’t luck. That was technique.

“Do you know who I am?” she asked again.

Fang Zhe shook his head.

The girl with glasses in the front cleared her throat.

“Ahem… Miss Erina is the CEO of the Medicine Pavilion.”

Fang Zhe was slightly surprised, but his expression remained calm.

“CEO… of the Medicine Pavilion?”

Erina looked straight into his eyes.

“You just saved me from Lord Ryan’s people. That means, starting today, you are already standing on the opposite side of them.”

Her tone wasn’t threatening. It was simply stating a fact.

“So?” Fang Zhe asked.

Erina smiled faintly.

“Become my personal bodyguard.”