As soon as Xi Shenlian entered the study space, ten rings instantly materialized on his fingers.
Each one of his slender fingers now wore a golden ring—ten in total. They gleamed with ornate patterns and an extraordinary brilliance.
These rings were inherited equipment from the [Professional Inheritance Card - Stringer] that he won in yesterday's lottery draw.
Not only were they incredibly durable, but each ring also hid dozens of micro-jets capable of launching special threads—threads hundreds of times finer than spider silk, yet capable of withstanding immense tension. These threads were also resistant to extreme temperatures and corrosion.
According to the [Professional Inheritance Card], this profession—originally from a world in the interstellar era—relied on highly advanced technology. The rings were powered by a special energy source that could sustain them indefinitely with reasonable use.
There was no need to worry about running out of thread.
And thanks to the inherited memory data, Xi Shenlian had witnessed countless real-life combat scenes of the [Stringer] profession.
From slicing through crowds of enemies to cleanly cutting a spaceship over ten kilometers long—the Stringer's capabilities were terrifying.
While it was hard to compare them directly with the awakened power-users of this world, their power level was more than enough for Xi Shenlian of now.
More importantly, the Stringer profession relied on precision controlling countless delicate threads in perfect harmony. It emphasized control, not brute force.
This made the Stringer's training methods especially valuable for Xi Shenlian, who was still struggling with his new strength.
And so, he had invested all his remaining learning points into mastering the Stringer profession.
Of course, this session would be no different.
Until he had total command of his own power, he didn't intend to divide his attention elsewhere.
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Outside the study space.
A moment later, Xi Shenlian's consciousness returned.
He had just completed seven straight days of intensive training.
Though his body didn't feel physically exhausted, his eyes betrayed his mental fatigue.
Because the study space forcibly focused the user's attention, learning efficiency was dramatically enhanced—but so was mental wear. The fatigue accumulated during study was fed directly back to the user afterward.
Seven days and nights of nonstop concentration…
Xi Shenlian now felt like a regular office worker who'd just finished a soul-crushing, two-month overtime stint—twenty hours a day on the assembly line with zero rest.
At that moment, the meaning of life itself felt hollow.
He stared blankly, spiritually drained.
But then he remembered the invincible, absurdly cool life script he held in his hands and that gave him strength.
He slapped himself three times.
"Xi Shenlian! You have to get up!"
"This suffering… is so that others can suffer more in the future!"
The thought of enjoying a luxurious life while dominating others made his mood instantly improve: +10 Mood Points!
The idea that his current suffering would one day cause others even greater pain?
+100 Mood Points!!
It was a wicked, twisted logic—but deeply satisfying.
Feeling newly energized, Xi Shenlian stood up.
A life of tyranny and indulgence was waiting for him!
Suddenly, without him lifting a finger, one of the gift boxes nearby shattered into fragments, revealing exquisitely packaged high-end fruit.
One fruit floated up and hovered in front of his mouth—ready to be bitten.
If someone looked closely with a magnifying glass, they would see:
The entire room was covered in ultra-fine silk threads, virtually invisible to the naked eye.
It looked like a massive, three-dimensional spider web—deadly and precise.
The room had become his domain.
Even the mosquitoes had all been silently eliminated.
All of it controlled from the ten rings on his fingers.
At this moment, Xi Shenlian had become the true master of strings.
With just a twitch of his finger, he could cut the entire room into thousands of neat fragments.
Even the feel of the threads slicing through the concrete walls transmitted a clear sensation back to him.
It was like slicing through air.
And he was certain—he could cut the entire apartment building apart with a single gesture.
Ten floors.
Twenty rooms per floor.
A solid structure of steel and concrete.
He could reduce it all to rubble in an instant.
It wouldn't even be harder than slicing tofu for a regular person.
This kind of power…
This control over life and death…
He couldn't help but laugh.
Even though he knew that this was just the tip of the iceberg—just one part of what the [Life Winner System] offered—actually experiencing that power firsthand was intoxicating.
He laughed for a while.
Then, calming down, he washed his face, changed shoes, and stepped toward the door.
As he turned the old doorknob and pushed the door open, the soft morning sunlight bathed him from above.
He squinted slightly.
With his current vision, he could clearly see the feathers on birds soaring thousands of meters overhead.
Then, calmly, he walked out.
As he did, he casually pulled out his old, cracked phone. The screen had broken the other day when he accidentally used too much strength.
Now that he had full control over his power, he scrolled through his contact list and tapped a number.
Beep…
Beep…
…
After more than ten seconds, the call connected.
A drowsy, slightly irritated voice came through.
"Hello?"
"…What is it?"
Xi Shenlian slowly walked down the stairs, his expression full of confidence. He replied politely:
"Ms. Shanduo?"
"Yes?"
"I'm the tenant from Room 11 on the fourth floor."
Hearing this, the woman on the other end immediately remembered who he was.
"Oh, you!"
The most handsome guy in the whole apartment!
But… clearly poor, and just a little crazy.
Still, she was puzzled.
"You want to renew your lease?"
"No," Xi Shenlian said.
"I want to buy your apartment."
"…Huh???"