The Supreme Life System

Chapter 4

Micheal lowered his voice as he watched the doctor hurry out of the ward. “System, open the reward.” Almost immediately, a translucent interface appeared in front of him, and the familiar mechanical voice sounded inside his head.

[Mission completed. Would the Host like to receive the reward?]

“Yes.”

[Reward distribution has begun. Congratulations, Host. You have received 2,000 System Points, $10,000,000, and ownership of The King Hotel. The money has been transferred directly into the Host's bank account, while the hotel has already been purchased under the Host's name. All necessary ownership documents have also been completed.]

Micheal stared at the notification for several seconds before a smile slowly spread across his face. Ten million dollars was already more money than he had ever imagined having, but the system had gone even further by giving him ownership of The KingHotel, one of the most luxurious five-star hotels in the city. Just a few hours ago, he had been desperately searching for one hundred thousand dollars to save his sister, and now he suddenly possessed enough money to solve that problem without worrying about where the next payment would come from.

“System, you really know how to surprise someone,” Micheal muttered as he looked at the screen again. He was still trying to understand how quickly his life had changed when another thought crossed his mind. “Show me my current stats.”

The interface changed immediately, revealing his updated information.

The Supreme Life System

Purpose: Assist the Host in becoming an extraordinary man capable of attracting exceptional women from Earth and beyond.

Name: Micheal Jordan

Age: 21

Occupation: Unemployed

Relationship Status: Married

Status: Virgin

System Points: 4,000

Skills: None

Special Abilities: None

Appearance: Level 1

Mission: Random

Remarks: The Host has made some progress, but his physical condition remains far below what is expected. Wealth can solve many problems, but it cannot protect a weak body from danger.

Micheal's mouth twitched when he reached the last remark. “Do you really have to criticize me every time you show my stats?”

[The system is only providing an honest assessment.]

“You've been saying that since the moment you appeared.”

[The Host continues to provide reasons for the system to repeat it.]

Micheal shook his head and continued looking at the screen. The biggest change was the number of points he now possessed. He had received 2,000 points from completing the mission, while another 2,000 had come from the emotions he had managed to provoke during his interaction with Aurelia. That meant the points were not limited to missions alone; if he could influence people's emotions through his actions, words, or achievements, he could continue accumulating them.

“So the mission rewards me directly, but the emotions I create can also give me points?”

[Correct. The stronger the emotional response, the greater the number of points the Host may receive.]

Micheal nodded thoughtfully before looking at the system again. “Open the System Mall.”

The screen changed, and countless abilities and items appeared before his eyes, each carrying a different point requirement. Micheal slowly scrolled through the list, and the more he saw, the more serious his expression became. There were abilities that could strengthen his body, improve his memory, increase his reaction speed, and even provide knowledge that ordinary people could spend their entire lives trying to obtain.

Micheal looked at his 4,000 points and then at the countless rewards displayed before him. He had been thrown out of his wife's house, his sister was still in the hospital, and only a few hours ago he had been a completely ordinary man with no money, no skills, and no future. Now, he had ten million dollars, a luxury hotel, and a mysterious system capable of giving him abilities beyond anything he had ever imagined.

He leaned closer to the screen and continued browsing through the mall. “If I'm really being given another chance, then I'm not going to waste it.”

Micheal knew he had to become stronger because, at the moment, he didn't have a single skill that could help him protect himself, let alone protect the people who would eventually become important to him. He continued scrolling through the System Mall, but the ridiculous number of points required for most of the abilities made his excitement disappear almost immediately. Some of the skills were so expensive that even with the 4,000 points he currently possessed, he couldn't afford anything useful.

“System, is there anything I can actually use at my current level?” Micheal finally asked after spending several minutes going through the list.

[Considering the Host's current physical condition, the most urgent requirement is to improve his ability to protect himself. The Host is currently too weak to survive a serious confrontation, so the system recommends the following ability.]

A new option appeared on the screen.

[God-Tier Warrior Body ]

Micheal stared at the name before opening its description.

[Ding! The God-Tier Warrior Body allows the Host to rapidly acquire the physical capabilities and combat knowledge of an elite warrior. This includes enhanced physical strength, superior reflexes, combat instincts, hand-to-hand combat experience, weapons proficiency, tactical awareness, pain tolerance, and the ability to react appropriately in dangerous situations. Once activated, the constitution will permanently remain with the Host and will continue developing as the Host grows stronger.]

Micheal's eyes widened as he read through the description.

“Are you serious?”

For the first time since opening the System Mall, he had found something that could completely change his situation. He had spent his entire life being looked down on, and after being thrown out of the Ben family mansion, he had finally realized how helpless he was without money or power. And now he has provoked Damien. If Damien attacked him tomorrow, he wouldn't even know how to defend himself properly.

With this ability, that weakness could disappear.

Micheal immediately checked the required points, and his excitement dropped.

The price was enormous.

He stared at the number for several seconds before clenching his teeth. Spending almost all his accumulated points on one ability felt painful, especially when he still had no idea what other rewards the system might offer in the future.

But then he remembered the accident, his sister lying in the ICU, and the way Mark had looked at him in the Ben family mansion.

He couldn't remain weak.

“Redeem it.”

[Ding! Congratulations. You have redeemed the Constitution of the God-Tier Warrior Body and used up all your points in the process.]

The moment the confirmation sounded, an unexplainable change surged through Micheal’s body.

His chest felt slightly broader. His muscles tightened and strengthened beneath his skin. A deep, steady calm settled over him, as if even an earthquake would not be able to shake his composure. Yet underneath that calm, he could feel something else—raw power, like a volcano waiting beneath the surface, ready to erupt when needed.

Micheal slowly clenched his fist, feeling the difference.

[Ding! Congratulations. The Host is no longer as weak as a chicken and is now relatively strong.]

[However, the Host should take note that there are still many people in this world who could kill him with a single slap. Do not become arrogant.]

Micheal couldn’t help but shake his head. This system of his was truly strange. Even when giving praise, it still found a way to insult him.

Before he could respond, the door opened.

The female doctor walked back in, followed by a small group of other doctors. The moment they laid eyes on Micheal, their expressions changed. They stared at him as if they were looking at something that should not exist.

The oldest among them, who appeared to be the head of the medical team, frowned and stepped closer.

“Are you certain you’re not feeling any discomfort?” he asked carefully. “Internal bleeding, dizziness, pain in the bones… anything at all?”

Micheal shook his head and stood up from the bed in one smooth motion.

“I’m fine. Can I leave now?”

The older doctor stared at him in open shock. The energy and stability Micheal displayed were completely abnormal for someone who had been on the verge of death the night before.

“…Yes. You may go.”

Micheal gave a small nod. “Then I won’t stay longer than necessary.”

As he walked past the female doctor, he glanced at her with a faint smile.

“Thank you for earlier.”

Her ears turned slightly red, but she only gave a professional nod in return.

Micheal stepped off the bed fully and landed on the floor.

A sharp cracking sound echoed through the room.

Everyone froze.

They looked down.

Right where Micheal’s feet had landed, the expensive tile had cracked, forming a small but clear crater-like dent in the floor.

The older doctor’s expression turned serious.

“No one is allowed to mention what happened in this room to anyone,” he said in a low, firm voice. “Not a single word.”

The other doctors quickly nodded.