Xiaoming's fists were pummeling wildly, his face pale as a sheet, his lips quivering. He had just finished showering, and in that instant, he broke out in a cold sweat. The sweat trickled down his forehead.,Then the voice appeared in Xiaoming's mind again, explaining: "I am an omnipotent system, and my purpose is to cultivate the host into the most outstanding young man. As for the origin of this system, it was produced n years later and belongs to a high-tech product.",He had always thought it was just a novel, but suddenly he realized that he was actually starting to get lucky. He was really being possessed by a system. What the hell...。