So Grace Carter cried for a while longer, but in the end, she knew there really was no other way except this one. She could only get up, unwillingly and reluctantly: “Then, then let’s go try it first. Wuwu, Dad, you must remember to break off the engagement in the future! I absolutely don’t want to marry that good-for-nothing!”

“Mm, alright. For my dear Xinxin, Dad will do his best to negotiate.” Richard Carter sighed, patted Grace Carter on the shoulder, and said, “Xinxin, let’s go.”

……

David Hamilton sat on the bed, his gaze blank, his mind a complete mess.

The surroundings were very unfamiliar, and there was a significant problem with his memories. Right now, he could barely recall that screeching sound of brakes, and the rest was a jumble of memories that didn’t belong to him at all.

“Wasn’t I dead? Where is this place?” Looking at his own pale, slender hands, David Hamilton thought to himself, “This isn’t my body, and this isn’t where I usually live. So, where is this?”

He looked around for a while longer, pondering, “The most urgent thing is to figure out my current situation.”

“One, am I dead or alive right now? Two, where is this place, and who am I? Three, what should I do next?”

“So let’s look at the first point,” David Hamilton pinched a bit of skin on the back of his left hand and rubbed it—ouch, it hurt: “I can feel pain, so I should still be alive.” He then carefully touched his face, neck, ears, and the top of his head: “This body is clearly not the one I had before, but it’s still human. So, my current situation must be like those in novels—either transmigration or rebirth?”

“Next is the second question: where is this place, and who am I?” David Hamilton looked around again. The building was made of reinforced concrete, the walls were snow white, there were all sorts of modern household appliances, and even a computer with a thirty-inch LCD monitor in the corner: “It’s definitely modern society, but I’ve never seen any of the celebrities on the posters on the walls, and all the toy models are things I’ve never heard of. So, this world must be the so-called parallel universe?”

There was no one around. David Hamilton carefully stood up and took a deep breath: “This body is really weak, skinny as a bamboo pole. I wonder if I’ll just suddenly drop dead at any moment.”

He turned on the computer and randomly opened a few websites. The content displayed was very different from Earth, but at least he figured out a few things: “One, the language of this world—or this country—is still Chinese characters. Two, it really is a parallel universe; a lot of things are different from Earth, but not by much. Three, there are no superhumans in this world; it’s a technological world, so there’s no need to desperately practice martial arts or anything like that.”

After confirming this information, the next thing David Hamilton needed to figure out was his own identity. But after searching the whole room, he couldn’t find anything that could confirm who he was: “Strange, is there really nothing with this body’s name on it? Not even an ID card?” He thought about it, but soon felt relieved: “Heh, judging by this body’s age, it shouldn’t be very old, probably seventeen or eighteen. Maybe there’s an ID card, but more likely it hasn’t been issued yet. After all, this world is different from Earth, so some small differences are normal.”

Just as he was thinking this, a flood of chaotic information suddenly surged into his mind, making David Hamilton crouch down on the floor in pain. When the pain finally eased a bit, a cold, metallic voice sounded in his mind—

“The Prodigal System has detected a host. Binding in progress, please wait…”

“Prodigal System binding successful. Current level: Level 1.”

After the system voice finished, a little figure appeared in David Hamilton’s mind, which seemed to be himself. Next to the figure was a line of information—

“Host name: David Hamilton.”

“Strength: 36. Speed: 41. Reflex: 52. Health: 39. Sexual ability: 32. Note: The normal value for each stat is 100.”

David Hamilton was dumbfounded: “Prodigal System? Is this thing real or fake? Strength 36—no wonder I’m so weak. Speed 41—so slow! Reflex 52—my reaction time is way too long. Health 39—am I about to die at any moment? Wait, sexual ability 32? Damn, I absolutely can’t accept this!”

Without another word, David Hamilton pulled open his waistband and took a look. After seeing, a herd of a thousand grass mud horses stampeded through his heart—this thing that was only half the size of his pinky was his little brother?!

A man can be bad at anything, but not at this!

David Hamilton burst into tears: “I might as well bash my head and die, see if I can transmigrate again…”

Fortunately, heaven never seals off all exits. Just as David Hamilton was desperate enough to consider suicide, the system’s metallic voice sounded again: “Note: For every 100,000 yuan (RMB) the host squanders, one attribute point will be awarded. When all attributes reach the level of a normal person, the Prodigal System will upgrade, and new items and tools will be added. Please look forward to it.”