This is something that could happen to anyone.

Loser David Carter fell ill, and by chance, David Carter discovered that what he had wasn’t an illness, but a rare... mutation.

Through the process of mutation and evolution, loser David Carter gradually became a god. He traveled all over the world, tasted all kinds of delicacies, and dated all sorts of beautiful women. He mastered various disguises, pickup techniques, and all sorts of incredible assassination methods and intelligence-stealing skills...

This path is filled with suspense and danger at every step.

This is a game of high intelligence.

Chapter One: The Loser's Morning Song

At a glance, it seemed as if all the colors in the world were laid out before David Carter: red, blue, white, yellow, dazzling and magnificent... but somehow unnatural, appearing rather bizarre.

In a purple ocean, turquoise butterflyfish swam freely, while orange sharks and dark blue dolphins leisurely glided by. David Carter floated in the water in astonishment, watching the fish drift about in comfort and ease, their relaxed attitude making him feel envious, jealous, and resentful.

Suddenly, a force pulled David Carter up to the surface. As soon as he broke through the water, David Carter immediately felt the world return to normal—the sky was a proper azure blue, the ground... there was no ground, only the deep blue sea beneath his feet.

Ahead, a yacht sped along, David Carter gripping the tow rope tightly in his hand, his feet on a wakeboard slicing two waves across the water’s surface. He performed all sorts of tricks on the water, the wind whistling past his ears. The woman piloting the yacht wore a bikini, her figure perfectly proportioned, her face flawless as white jade, her features... in the wind, the mist, and the sea spray, her features looked remarkably like the famous star Grace Bennett. And this very celebrity whom David Carter usually admired from afar was now turning back to give him a flirtatious smile, her giggles drowning out the roar of the engine.

Amidst the laughter, David Carter couldn’t help but pull off a fancy move, joyfully shouting to the sky, “Maxed out!”

With that shout, David Carter felt an overwhelming sense of exhilaration, as if he were flying among the blue sky and white clouds... Then, he realized he was lying on the bed in his tiny apartment, the sound of torrential rain echoing in his ears.

As he gradually woke up, David Carter closed his eyes again, savoring the lingering pleasant feeling. He reached for his cheap phone on the bedside table, then, eyes still closed, pressed the music play button. Grieg’s “Morning Mood” began to flow from the phone.

As the horns sounded in the morning song and the gathering hoofbeats converged, David Carter quickly got up, grabbed his toothbrush, and, eyes still closed, stumbled to the faucet inside his room. Half-asleep, he filled a small pot with water, still with his eyes closed, set the pot on the induction cooker, plugged it in, and then stood in front of the faucet, brushing his teeth rapidly with his eyes shut.

The music continued to play. A ray of tranquil sunlight seemed to pierce his soul. The morning sun, dawn light, mist, and river all danced to the gentle melody, leaping on the strings, flowing through the wind instruments, displaying the winding beauty of dawn. A wonderful day in nature was arriving on earth... Then the light began to change, the faint darkness turning to iron gray, and then, colors burst forth, jubilant rays of light enthusiastically pouring into the room...

Of course, all of this was an illusion created by the music—because this room had no windows.

A room with windows would cost an extra hundred in rent. So, for David Carter, who had just graduated and only found an ordinary job, sunlight was a luxury. That’s why he only rented this roughly 12-square-meter, windowless studio, or what you might call a “capsule apartment.”

This was a true shoebox apartment. But nowadays, even such a place in this city would cost David Carter a quarter of his salary. After paying rent, the rest of his monthly income had to cover food, transportation, phone bills, internet, utilities, and socializing... A hundred yuan was enough to last this fresh graduate several days. Spending it on sunlight? That was just too much to bear.

In this tiny room stood a bed that could hardly be called single or double; at the foot of the bed was a toilet, next to the toilet a faucet and washbasin. Beside the bed, about two steps away, was a small computer desk, on which sat a laptop and an induction cooker. A few boxes for clothes were stacked in the corner. That was all David Carter owned.

David Carter’s rental was a bit far from his company, because his company was located in the bustling city center, where the crowds were thick and business was booming. Naturally, rents nearby were sky-high. Only by living far from the business district could he afford cheaper rent. Of course, saving on rent meant he had to get up at dawn every day, groggily rushing through brushing his teeth, washing his face, getting dressed, and eating breakfast...

...and other chores, then dashing out the door in the dim morning light, squeezing onto the bus and subway, swaying for over an hour on the subway before clocking in at work... Every morning felt like going to war.

After washing up, David Carter found the water on the induction cooker already boiling. He walked over to the desk, tore open a pack of instant noodles and put it in the pot. He paused, reached out to touch the nearby water pipe with one hand, and only then unplugged the induction cooker with the other—he wasn’t sure why, but he always had a lot of static electricity. Since childhood, this had caused quite a few household appliances to be shorted out by static, so he gradually developed this habit: whenever operating electrical appliances, he would first discharge the static from his body.