In fact, up to now, William Carter still hasn’t figured out that bizarre encounter. Is this all-purpose idle person system a treasure from Doraemon’s pocket, advanced alien technology, or perhaps a magical artifact from mythology? He himself isn’t clear, so telling friends and family would just be asking for ridicule, wouldn’t it? He might even be sent straight to a mental hospital, attracting a bunch of red-eyed doctors eager to use him as a research subject.

　　In this world, you can be unique, but you must never, ever possess abilities or displays that are excessively beyond ordinary people; a top ten youth in human society would absolutely not survive among a group of monkeys.

　　Eliminating the losers and ostracizing or scheming against those who are too outstanding is the original sin of all intelligent beings, regardless of race or species.

　　Fortunately, what the system brought to William Carter was only endless longing and excitement, without the slightest bit of pain. The upgrades to basic cultivation methods, spiritual roots, and immortal body required almost nothing from him—just maintaining a leisurely attitude and a decent living environment would slowly increase his potential points. Once those points accumulated to a certain value, he could upgrade directly.

　　Moreover, as the basic cultivation methods upgraded, his character attributes would automatically improve. Even with his eyes closed, he knew what an increase in attack and defense meant; as for mental strength, the first thing William Carter thought of was the profession of ‘psychologist’, since after all, he was a top student who graduated from medical school.

　　Since childhood, William Carter had always had a bit of a philosopher’s air, and had long yearned for a carefree, easygoing life. Unfortunately, during his school years, even his usually open-minded parents weren’t above cracking the whip, driving this little lamb toward the great army of college entrance exam takers. Half of William Carter’s excellent grades were forced out of him, and the other half were to gain bargaining chips for negotiations with his parents; that’s why every winter and summer break he’d be rewarded with trips and feasts, making his classmates green with envy.

　　As he was about to graduate from graduate school, even the sunlight seemed to dim. His happy life was about to be replaced by the bloody competition of job hunting after ‘graduation unemployment’. Even if he managed to carve out a path, the bleak career ahead would be a thorny road with no end in sight.

　　At this moment, the all-purpose idle person system descended from the sky, undoubtedly playing the role of timely rain and an old friend in a foreign land. For this down-and-out scholar, it was as wonderful as meeting a fox spirit beauty—truly perfect timing!

　　If you put it in Grace Bennett’s words: “Damn, this is awesome!”

　　“It really is awesome!”

　　After exiting the system, William Carter stood up and walked a few steps, swinging his arms and legs, feeling a surge of joy in his heart.

　　He actually felt as if he had just walked from a long winter into spring, shedding his heavy cotton coat and embracing the spring maiden, feeling his body noticeably lighter and filled with unprecedented strength.

　　William Carter smacked his lips, walked to the kitchen, and picked up a rice jar weighing a full fifty jin, but it felt no heavier than the ten or so jin he used to lift. He then tried running from the kitchen to the bedroom, passing through the dining table—about ten meters—and in a flash, he was there.

　　William Carter blinked, opened the stopwatch function on his watch, and tried again: 1.5 seconds!

　　1.5 seconds?

　　William Carter was stunned.

　　Running ten meters in 1.5 seconds isn’t exactly an amazing feat; many trained people can do it. But he was wearing slippers and pajamas, not running on a proper track, and there were obstacles in the way.

　　And after running, his heart wasn’t racing, nor was he out of breath. He felt he hadn’t even used his full strength.

　　If he went all out, what kind of speed would that be? A new-age homebody who became lazy and gluttonous after graduating from grad school, suddenly breaking the world athletics record? That sounded more like a prank or a joke—even William Carter himself couldn’t believe it.

　　William Carter finally realized that reality isn’t just cruel; it can also include such delightful windfalls. He had, without a doubt, been hit squarely on the head by a giant pie from the sky.

　　If he wanted, he could easily become a sports star, win glory for the country, endorse famous sports brands, and have girls and money pouring in.

　　But he still shook his head. Winning glory for the country was great, but being a celebrity was too exhausting. Not only would he have to socialize every day, but he might also get secretly photographed by paparazzi. Just thinking about it gave him a headache—not his thing at all.

　　So, unlike many protagonists in novels who, after a stroke of luck, immediately start planning their future, earning their first bucket of gold, and welcoming the applause of the world, this lucky guy just stretched lazily, dove into bed, and soon began to snore sweetly.

　　“Who wakes first from the great dream? In this life, I alone know myself…”

　　Zhuge Liang was such a big shot, and even he knew the importance of a midday nap. So how much more should a modern young man, whose brain is armed with modern technology, value it?

　　William Carter could even come up with a whole theory about being a homebody.

　　Just as he was sleeping soundly, his phone rang again—it was Grace Bennett.

　　“Third bro, come out for dinner tonight, same place…”

　　“Mm…Little Grace, aren’t you supposed to be with ‘Flower’? Besides, I don’t really want to go. I haven’t finished the food I made at noon. I’ll just fend for myself, so I don’t have to listen to you nag again.”