DaoistDumpling

  I was lying on my bed, zily scrolling through YouTube, when something caught my attention.

  "Mr. Beast uploaded?"

  That was weird—I had notifications turned on, but I never got an alert. Still, I clicked on his channel, curious about what crazy challenge or absurd giveaway he was doing this time. At the very top of the page, there was a new community post.

  "I TRANSMIGRATED SOMEONE INTO ANOTHER WORLD WITH—"

  Huh. That was… different.

  I tapped on the poll, half-expecting it to be a joke. The options were:

  - A magic system

  - A harem of elf girls

  - Overpowered combat skills

  - A dragon pet

  - 3 billion dolrs, a luxury apartment, 10 security guards, a successful company, a bunch of sports cars, a personal system, advanced martial arts mastery, and a super-intelligent body.

  I scoffed. "Who the hell would pick the elf harem?"

  The st option was obviously the best one. If I was getting sent to another world, I’d rather be stupidly rich and have a system to help me instead of being thrown into a medieval fantasy setting with nothing but a sword. Chuckling, I tapped the st choice and tossed my phone onto the bed.

  "Mr. Beast is getting more eccentric by the day."

  A few minutes passed, and I was about to continue doomscrolling when there was a sudden knock on my door.

  I frowned. It was almost midnight—who the hell would be visiting me at this hour?

  I got up, feeling a little wary, and walked to the door. The moment I opened it, my brain short-circuited.

  Mr. Beast was standing right there.

  “Uh…” My mouth opened and closed like a fish. “Mr. Beast?”

  He grinned. “Hey, Noah! Congratutions, you’ve been chosen!”

  “…Chosen?” I repeated dumbly, my mind struggling to process what was happening.

  “To have your dream come true!”

  A shiver ran down my spine. Something about the way he said that sounded off.

  I instinctively took a step back. “Wait, what do you mean—”

  Suddenly, my vision blurred. A crushing weight settled on my body, like gravity had tripled in an instant. My knees buckled, and I gasped for air, my chest tightening under an invisible force.

  "W-What… is this?" My voice barely came out, my throat locking up. Panic surged through me as my vision swam, and I struggled to stay conscious. I tried to reach out to Mr. Beast, but my limbs wouldn’t move.

  He crouched down, still smiling.

  “Have fun.”

  And then, everything went bck.

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  [SYSTEM INITIALIZING…]

  [WELCOME, HOST.]

  [LOADING TRANSFER CONDITIONS… COMPLETE.]

  [ACTIVATING: "ULTRA-RICH STARTER PACK."]

  I jolted awake with a sharp gasp, my heart pounding against my ribs. Cold sweat clung to my skin, and for a moment, I had no idea where I was.

  But something was wrong.

  My body felt… different.

  I sat up and immediately froze.

  1. The bed I was lying on was insanely soft and expensive-looking.

  2. The room around me was massive—luxurious in a way that screamed "old money."

  3. My hands looked way too small and delicate.

  4. My chest felt… heavier?

  Panic started setting in. I threw off the silk sheets and stumbled out of bed, my movements clumsy and unfamiliar. The moment I took a step, I realized my bance felt completely off.

  That’s when I saw it.

  A massive, ornate mirror stood across the room.

  I hesitated.

  A deep, unsettling feeling coiled in my gut, but I forced myself forward. Slowly, I stepped up to the mirror.

  And the person staring back at me… wasn’t me.

  I wasn’t Noah Evans anymore.

  I was… a girl.

  A very rich, very attractive girl.

  I stumbled back, my breathing unsteady.

  And that’s when a ding echoed in my head, and glowing text appeared in front of me.

  [CONGRATULATIONS! YOU HAVE BEEN TRANSMIGRATED WITH THE FOLLOWING PERKS:

  ? 3 BILLION DOLLARS

  ? A LUXURY APARTMENT

  ? 10 ELITE SECURITY GUARDS

  ? A SUCCESSFUL COMPANY

  ? A BUNCH OF SPORTS CARS

  ? A PERSONAL SYSTEM TO HELP YOU ADJUST!

  ? ADVANCED MARTIAL ARTS MASTERY

  ? A SUPER-INTELLIGENT BODY (ENHANCED MEMORY, PROCESSING SPEED, AND LEARNING ABILITY)]

  I stared at the floating screen, my mind barely able to keep up.

  This was a dream, right?

  Right?!

  I took a deep breath and did the most logical thing I could think of.

  I spped myself.

  Pain bloomed across my cheek.

  Oh, hell no.

  This was real.

  I turned back to the mirror, my fingers trembling as I touched my face again. The girl in the reflection copied me exactly, her expression just as panicked as mine.

  This wasn’t just some joke.

  I had actually been transmigrated.

  And then the system notification popped up again.

  [WELCOME TO YOUR NEW LIFE, HOST!]

  [PLEASE ENJOY YOUR ULTRA-RICH STARTER PACK.]

  [TUTORIAL MODE ACTIVATING IN 3… 2… 1…]

  Before I could even scream, a flood of information rushed into my mind—memories, skills, techniques, and facts about my new identity. My head pounded as knowledge poured into me at a ridiculous speed.

  It wasn’t just any world.

  It was the world of Lookism.

  I had been thrown into a universe filled with delinquents, underground fighting rings, and actual psychopaths.

  And I was just some rich nobody.

  “…Mr. Beast, you son of a—”

  [TUTORIAL MODE ACTIVATED!]

  The screen fshed, and my vision was once again swallowed by darkness.