Korean entertainment: I can steal the luck of celebrities with bad records.

3, 2, 1.

As the traffic lights changed color, Lin Puzhi, following the crowd, helped an elderly man with mobility issues slowly cross the zebra crossing.

He has been in this world for three days.

Three days ago, he woke up to find himself transformed into this South Korean youth with the same name as him. The original owner's memories played on a loop in his mind like a long movie, while he himself—a soul from a parallel world—didn't know where to go.

This world had many similarities to his previous life, but he couldn't find any trace of his past life. Since that was the case, whether he returned to his homeland or not was irrelevant to him.

Does a homeland without family and friends count as a homeland?

Everyone may have a different answer, but Lin Puzhi did not want to be reminded of the past.

The original owner of this body was of mixed Chinese and Korean descent. His mother left home when he was in the third grade of elementary school, and his father quickly remarried—reportedly to the daughter of a wealthy tycoon. He was sent back to Busan to be raised by his grandmother. Last month, his grandmother passed away, and he had a big argument with his father at her funeral.

His father wanted him to study law at Yonsei University and become a judge or prosecutor after graduation. But he refused. He went to Seoul, lived in an eight-square-meter basement, worked part-time at a coffee shop, and looked for opportunities to enter the entertainment industry.

Then, three days ago, he woke up to find himself transformed into Lin Puzhi.

He didn't know where the real Lin Puzhi had gone.

"Thank you, young man."

The old woman's voice brought him back to reality, and he realized that he had already walked to the other side of the road.

"You are welcome."

As soon as he finished speaking, a semi-transparent panel appeared in the lower right corner of his field of vision:

Good Deeds Value +1

Current good deeds value: 16

This is the "system" that came into this world with him three days ago. The rules are simple: do good deeds to earn good deeds points, and spend good deeds points to steal the good luck of bad people, or transfer your bad luck to bad people.

The system has three capabilities: identification (identifying good and bad people), luck stealing (stealing the good luck of bad people), and misfortune transfer (transferring one's own or others' misfortune to bad people).

All three abilities consume points earned through good deeds.

I accumulated 16 points in three days. It's not much, but it at least proves that there are still more good people than bad in this world.

Lin Puzhi was in a good mood and walked towards the coffee shop where he worked.

……

The coffee shop is called "Murakami," and the owner is an artsy young woman. The interior is decorated in a Japanese style. Warnings prohibiting gambling and smoking are posted on the walls, and customers are free to read the books inside. All of Haruki Murakami's works can be found here—Lin Puzhi suspects the owner's wife is a Murakami fan, hence the shop's name.

There's also a calico cat named Donggua in the shop. It has soft fur and is very cute, attracting many customers.

"Park Ji-ssi, you're late today."

As soon as Lin Puzhi changed into his uniform and walked to the counter, the proprietress leaned on the wooden counter with both hands, looking at him with a smile.

She truly has a bright, smiling face; when she smiles, her eyes curve into crescent moons, much like the celebrity Li Yitong from a past life.

"Excuse me, I was helping an elderly lady cross the street..."

The proprietress clearly didn't believe this explanation, muttering, "Fine, if you don't want to say, then don't. Why don't you just say you're lost at a crossroads in life?"

Lin Puzhi paused in his work. "That's not wrong."

Pinocchio.

The proprietress didn't ask any further questions. Lin Puzhi quickly finished the preliminary work, and since there were no customers in the store at the moment, he picked up his phone and started browsing.

Snapped.

A book hit him on the head.

"Can you read a book during your break? You're always on your phone, ruining the reading atmosphere in the store."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Lin Puzhi knew that the landlady didn't care whether he read books or not; she was just bored and wanted to chat with someone.

"Yes, I'll watch it again!"

The proprietress picked up the book and patted his back again—this time with obvious resentment.

Lin Puzhi put down his phone, snatched the "weapon" from her when she wasn't looking, and glanced at the cover instinctively.

Haruki Murakami's "The Ship to China".

"You really do like Haruki Murakami."

"Mind your own business!"

The proprietress bared her teeth and claws, trying to snatch the book back. Lin Puzhi held the book high, and she jumped up to reach it, her body unconsciously pressing against him.

A faint, feminine fragrance wafted through him, and occasionally a soft touch brushed against his arm. Lin Puzhi reluctantly returned the book to her.

If I don't return it soon, it will be awkward if I have a reaction.

The proprietress seemed oblivious to the earlier flirtation, and Lin Puzhi couldn't discern her true thoughts from her crescent-shaped eyes.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a man wearing a baseball cap in the corner.

The man looked down at his phone, but the screen showed a photo of his landlady.

What is that man doing, secretly filming the proprietress? System, please analyze.

[Ding! Consume 5 points of good deeds to obtain more details?]

"yes."

A line of text appeared above the man's head: [Kim Sung-woo | Villain/Trapper Hunter | Luck Value 38%]

Lin Puzhi's smile faded slightly.

"What's wrong?" The proprietress followed his gaze.

"It's nothing." He looked away.

"Tout hunter, that's not a good label."

Lin Puzhi found this term in his past life memories—in the Burning Sun incident, the nightclub thugs who specialized in finding prey on the street, taking photos, and providing them to VIPs for "selection of concubines" were called "customer hunters".

The chosen victims are tricked, drugged, and forcibly taken to the basement of nightclubs. Reporting it to the police afterward is useless—because the police chief is also one of their men.

"He secretly filmed the proprietress..." Lin Puzhi's heart sank. "Could he be targeting her?"

"Whether it is or not, since the system has identified you as a bad person, even if you secretly took the photos just to use as material for your spellcasting at night, I won't wrongly accuse you."

"System, steal the opponent's good fortune and destroy their phone data."

[Ding! Current Good Deeds Points Balance: 11 points. Consume 10 points to initiate the Fortune-Seizing Strike?]

Lin Puzhi glanced at his balance—11 points, after using 10 points, he only had 1 point left.

It's a little heartbreaking, but it was worth it.

"yes."

The text above Kim Sung-woo's head has changed.

[Kim Sung-woo | Villain/Trapper Hunter | Misfortune Value 30% | Countdown ends in 3 minutes]

Kim Sung-woo took a sip of ice water, stuffed his phone into his bag, and got up to leave. A smug smile still lingered on his face—like a hunter watching his prey walk into a trap.

Just as I stepped out of the gate, a motorcycle sped towards me.

Both people on the motorcycle were wearing helmets, so their faces were not visible.

Just as Kim Jung-woo was about to step back and avoid the situation, the young man on the back of the motorcycle reached out his right hand and skillfully grabbed Kim Jung-woo's bag.

The pain from the motorcycle's speed constricting his arm made Kim Jung-woo subconsciously release the bag in his hand.

By the time he came to his senses, his bag had already "vanished."

Kim Jung-woo was left standing there, cursing incessantly.

This scene was witnessed by Lin Puzhi and the proprietress inside the store.

"That person is so pitiful," the proprietress said.

"Yes, I feel so sorry for him," Lin Puzhi replied.

---

As night fell, Lin Puzhi finished handing over his work to his night shift colleagues, changed out of his uniform, and left the coffee shop.

As he stepped outside, the proprietress was sitting there petting her cat. She glanced at him indifferently, then looked away as if he were a stranger.

Lin Puzhi ignored him and walked over to pet Donggua's cat head a couple of times.

The proprietress slapped his hand away and glared at him, as if he were the one petting her.

"I'll deduct half a day's wages!"

"Petting a cat?"

"no!"

"Late this morning?"

"no!"

"Why is that?"

"Because you are Pinocchio."

Lin Puzhi smiled, and taking advantage of the proprietress's inattention, reached out and touched her head, messing up her hairstyle, before quickly making his escape.

"Lin Puzhi!"

An angry shout came from behind.

"Are you trying to kill yourself tomorrow?! My hair! You think you're so tough?! Never come to work again!"

Half a day's wages for patting the landlady on the head—it was worth it.

---

On his way back to his rented room, Lin Puzhi stopped at a supermarket and bought a discounted lunchbox and a drink.

He lived in a basement of about eight square meters—a typical South Korean basement, mostly converted from air-raid shelters during the Cold War. The landlord divided the space into seven bedrooms and two bathrooms; to shower, one had to go to a nearby gym.

These were all compromises made by the original owner in order to come to Seoul to pursue her dreams.

Lin Puzhi unpacked the lunchbox, took out disposable chopsticks, and ate a bite of broccoli.

It's boiled, and it might taste even better with a little salt.

With her other hand, she opened a green leather notebook. The first sentence on the cover read: I want to become a household name and an international superstar!

The handwriting is neat and tidy, clearly written during elementary school.

This is the original owner's diary, also her acting study notes. It records her learning process and daily life from childhood to adulthood. The handwriting becomes increasingly messy and the daily content decreases as you flip through the pages. Starting from sixth grade, every night after finishing her homework, the original owner would watch movies and imitate the characters, using her allowance to buy books related to acting. She did this for seven years without fail, making her a well-known loner and oddball at school.

After finishing his meal, Lin Puzhi closed his notebook on the table, gathered up the trash and his clothes, and went downstairs.

He tossed the trash into the bin following a parabolic trajectory, then slung his sports bag over his shoulder and headed to the gym. After a quick shower, he changed into his swim trunks, swim cap, and goggles—this gym had an indoor swimming pool, and he had been a swimming enthusiast in his past life.

After swimming for half an hour, I rinsed myself off, changed my clothes, and left.

I turned down a few girls who tried to chat me up, even though they all had great figures.

Back in my rented room, I dried my hair, put my clothes in the washing machine, and took an apple out of the refrigerator and took a bite.

It's very juicy, with a sweet and sour flavor.

Lin Puzhi sat on the bed, picked up his notebook, and continued studying. Unlike the original owner of this body, he had no dreams and no ties in this world. He could be a waiter for life, or he could go to a prestigious university.

But since he has taken over someone else's body, he is willing to do his best to help that person realize their dream.

The apple was gone, and there was a trash can in the very corner—but the trash can wasn't lined with a trash bag.

Let's wear a condom tomorrow.

He looked down and continued flipping through his notes. When he reached the last blank page, he instinctively flipped to the last page.

There is a text above.

That way, if Mom wants to come back, she won't be unable to find me.

The neat and tidy handwriting clearly indicates that it was written together with the opening sentence.

The wind outside rushed in through the window, as savage as the man in my memory. But in this small rented room, where you could hear yourself walking barefoot, only the howling wind could be heard.

Lin Puzhi stared at the line of text and remained silent for a long time.

"Okay." He closed the notebook, his voice very soft, as if speaking to the boy who was no longer there, "I'll help you."

It's not "willing to do my best," but "I'll help you."

From this moment on, he was no longer a bystander occupying someone else's body.

He put the notebook in his bag, took out his phone, and searched for two words—

Talent show.

"Oh oh aiaia~"

The phone rang at an inopportune moment. Lin Puzhi glanced at his phone, saw that it hadn't been saved in his contacts, and answered it.

"Feed?"

"I've helped you take a year off from Yonsei University, and I've even set up your own studio. Your agent will find you good resources!" The voice on the other end of the phone was that of the original owner's father, authoritative and without any pleasantries. "If you don't make it big within a year, you'd better go back to Yonsei University and study properly. Even if you become famous, you still have to graduate from Yonsei University—I don't want people laughing at me for having a son who only graduated from high school."

Beep, beep, beep.

The phone hangs up.

Lin Puzhi stared at his phone screen, stunned for a few seconds.

A personal studio? Taking a year off from school?

He didn't know what his father was thinking. Was it control, or another form of "support"? Perhaps both.

He threw his phone onto the bed, lay down, and stared at the ceiling.

Perhaps he could become a South Korean actor.

So, hello, Korea.