I want to turn my hand to summon clouds, and with a flip, bring rain!

I want to overturn fate and change the course of the universe!

I want to kill all those who have wronged me, and slaughter all the hypocrites!

I want this sky to never again block my eyes!

I want this earth to never again bury my heart!

I want all the gods in the heavens to vanish into thin air!

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But first, I want 500 yuan to pay my rent!!

Volume One: Starting from Zero

Chapter 1: 34D, Goddess!

The scorching summer heat, sunlight piercing through the skin like poisonous arrows, standing on the guard post, sweat streamed down my cheeks, dripping "patter patter" onto my grass-green uniform, just like turning on a faucet—this heat was killing me.

I stood motionless, sweat soaking down from my eyebrows, passing my eyelashes and stinging my eyes. Damn it, that wretched security supervisor took away the umbrella from the post again. Clearly, he was picking on me, the newbie who just joined the security department. But whatever, when heaven is about to entrust a great responsibility to someone... To hell with that! I'm about to die from the heat!

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My name is David Thompson. It's an extraordinary name. My parents must have had high hopes for my future, wishing I'd become a young hero who helps the weak and fights injustice. But I let them down, growing up to be an utterly ordinary person. I've been working as a security guard at a tech company in Hangzhou for less than two months, enduring the ultimate humiliation and hardship. I can barely make ends meet every few days. This job has no benefits, no meal allowance, and even the uniform is incomplete. Every day, I'm scheduled for the afternoon shift, suffering as if I've been wrung out from bitter melon juice.

And I always fantasized that there would be lots of beautiful women in uniforms at the company, but after two months, I realized that the girls here could scare a donkey to death without makeup, and even with makeup, they could scare you into wetting your pants!

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Glancing sideways, a woman walked out of the company building not far away. I knew this woman—she was from the sales department, Grace Walker, known as the flower of the sales department. She had a 9 out of 10 for her figure and legs, but only a 1 for her face!

Grace Walker knew me. Swaying her slender waist, she walked over. Her high heels were at least 7 centimeters, making her snow-white legs look even longer and fuller. As she approached, she suddenly stopped by the guard post, looked at me, and smiled: "David Thompson, the launch day for 'Destiny' is the day after tomorrow. So, do you really want to work as a security guard for the rest of your life? Why not join me? Our sales department is forming a gaming team. Come be our muscle, okay? Look, I got a limited edition gaming helmet..."

I glanced at it. That white helmet was indeed the recently released Destiny helmet. One helmet cost a whopping 10,000 RMB, while my monthly salary was just 1,000. It had nothing to do with me.

Looking straight ahead, I replied calmly, "Sorry, Walker, I still have to work!"

Grace Walker held the gaming helmet, suddenly bent over, revealing two full, heaving mounds at her collar: "Oh, I just love your cold attitude. Think about it, okay? If you change your mind, come find me. I'll cover your meals and game cards, and..."

She leaned in, her round, perky hips swaying slightly, giving me a flirtatious smile: "And if you perform well, there will be special rewards!"

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I stayed silent. The woman, sensing my indifference, left. Watching the flower of the sales department walk away, I breathed a sigh of relief.

Behind me, the security supervisor Old York coughed and laughed, "David Thompson, that flower from the sales department seems to have a thing for you, huh?"

I said nothing, continuing to stand my post. Under the scorching sun, I felt like a nearly roasted Australian chicken, almost ready to start smoking.

Actually, what tempted me wasn't the woman, but that gaming helmet. "Destiny" is a hyper-realistic game developed over ten years, with a realism rate of 97%, far surpassing those previous large-scale games that only reached 39%. As a hardcore gaming noob, how could I not be tempted? But unfortunately, my salary couldn't even cover the cost of a game card, let alone an expensive gaming helmet.

My body trembled slightly. Just as I wondered if I was about to be roasted, Old York suddenly shouted from afar: "David Thompson, stop standing guard. Mr. Lane wants you to go to the photography department. It's the weekend, and they're shooting a set of model photos. They need an extra hand!"

"Okay, got it."

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The photography department was on the 7th floor. They usually invited celebrities or models to shoot promotional material for the company's products. I had no idea who was coming today.

As soon as I entered the 7th floor, the staff recognized me: "David Thompson, go help us move some boxes over to the studio..."

Just as I thought, I was born to move boxes!

"Hey, do you know who they're shooting today?" He put his arm around my shoulder.

I shook my head. "No idea. Whoever it is, it's none of my business."

He laughed, "You're such a blockhead. No wonder you still don't have a girlfriend!"

No girlfriend!!!

Those three words hit me like five heavy punches to the heart, completely shattering my self-esteem!

"So who is it? Why are you so excited?" I asked.