Lack of talent? I'll buy a year's worth of cultivation for one dollar!

Jiangcheng No. 3 Middle School, Senior Three Teaching and Research Office.

The old air conditioner emitted a dull hum.

Su Yu stood in front of the desk, looking at the agreement handed to him by his homeroom teacher, Li Jianguo, and remained silent.

"Su Yu, sign it."

Li Jianguo sighed, picked up his thermos and took a sip of goji berry water. "This is the best choice for you."

The agreement on the table consisted of only two thin pages.

But the above content was enough to change Su Yu's life.

They relinquished ownership of their liberal arts scores in the college entrance examination.

As compensation, he will receive one million dragon coins.

Su Yu did not pick up the pen.

He simply looked up at the boy sitting on the sofa.

Zhao Ze.

He's a well-known rich kid in the class; his family owns several large martial arts schools in Jiangcheng, with assets exceeding 100 million yuan.

At that moment, Zhao Ze was looking down at his phone when he noticed Su Yu's gaze. He looked up and gave a gentle smile.

"Su, the terms are still negotiable."

Zhao Ze's voice was calm, without any arrogant arrogance, only a superior composure.

"One million, in cash, will be transferred to your account this afternoon."

Su Yu took a deep breath.

One million.

In this world where giant beasts roam and warriors reign supreme, the average monthly salary for ordinary people is only three thousand yuan.

Even if he has excellent grades in humanities subjects, gets into a top humanities university, and finds a decent job with a monthly salary of over 10,000 yuan after graduation.

Even without eating or drinking, it would take nearly a hundred years to accumulate enough.

Now, all he needs to do is sign his name, and this huge sum of money will belong to him.

"Zhao Ze's humanities scores are not ideal."

Li Jianguo chimed in at the opportune moment, "But his martial arts qi and blood value has already reached 9.8, just a little short of a perfect score. As long as his liberal arts grades improve, he'll be a shoo-in for the top martial arts university in Kyoto, Daxia."

"Su Yu, I understand your situation."

Li Jianguo's tone softened, tinged with earnestness, "You're an orphan, and you usually earn your living by doing odd jobs. You're really good at humanities, ranking in the top ten of your grade."

"But so what?"

"Liberal arts students, at best, will become senior clerks or work in logistics departments after graduation. This world is ultimately a world of martial artists."

Li Jianguo's words were like a blunt knife, cutting into Su Yu's nerves again and again.

I've been in this world for three years.

Su Yu understood the status of martial artists better than anyone else.

Giant beasts roam outside the city, while humans live within its high walls. Only warriors can fight against those terrifying monsters and enjoy privileges and glory.

He had also fantasized about soaring to great heights like the protagonist in a novel.

He trained like a madman.

He gets up earlier than the chickens and goes to bed later than the dogs every day, devoting all his spare time to basic body-strengthening techniques.

The results of it?

Over three years, his Qi and Blood value climbed from 0.5 to 0.8 with great difficulty.

The passing score for the martial arts college entrance examination is 6 points of Qi and Blood.

The perfect score is as high as 10 points.

With a Qi and Blood value of 0.8, one can't even get into a martial arts high school, let alone take the martial arts college entrance exam.

His talent is shockingly poor.

"Su, you don't need to feel wronged."

Zhao Ze put down his phone, stood up, and walked over to Su Yu.

He was half a head taller than Su Yu, and there was an invisible sense of oppression just by him standing there.

"Martial arts require a lot of money."

Zhao Ze looked at Su Yu with a hint of pity in his eyes. "The saying 'the poor study literature, the rich study martial arts' applies to any era."

"What do you eat every day? The cheapest processed starchy meat in the cafeteria."

"What do I eat? First-tier exotic beast meat, soup made with century-old ginseng, and a martial arts instructor who provides massage therapy every month."

"Even if I gave you a spot at this top martial arts university, could you afford to attend?"

Zhao Ze pointed to the agreement on the table.

"In universities, every skill, elixir, and weapon costs money!"

"You have no background, no resources, only passion and hard work?"

Zhao Ze chuckled and shook his head.

"If hard work were useful, what would be the point of talent and family background?"

Every word is piercing to the heart.

Su Yu clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

He really wanted to argue.

I really wanted to throw that agreement in Zhao Ze's face and shout, "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river!"

But he lacked confidence.

Zhao Ze is right. Even if he did manage to get into an ordinary university based on his liberal arts grades and thus came into contact with better cultivation techniques.

With his hopeless martial arts talent and his empty wallet, how could he possibly break through?

His Qi and Blood value of 0.8 was like an insurmountable mountain, pressing down on his spine.

"Su Yu, don't be stubborn."

Li Jianguo noticed Su Yu's struggle and continued to persuade him, "Just go to the exam as usual and perform at your usual level."

"The Zhao family will handle the rest. The points will naturally go to Zhao Ze."

"You got a million dollars, enough to live comfortably for the rest of your life, maybe even start a small business and marry a beautiful wife. Isn't that better than struggling through a liberal arts college?"

"As long as you don't cause trouble, it's a win-win situation for everyone."

Win-win.

What a win-win situation!

Su Yu sneered inwardly.

Stealing the fruits of someone else's ten years of hard work and using money to buy out their future—that's called a win-win situation.

But does he have the right to refuse?

If he refuses, the Zhao family has a million ways to make it impossible for him to stay in Jiangcheng.

Even his pitiful humanities grades might not be able to be saved.

He was just a powerless orphan.

In this dog-eat-dog world, the weak don't even have the right to choose.

Su Yu slowly loosened his fist.

A feeling of powerlessness washed over my entire body.

He glanced at the black pen and slowly extended his hand.

Perhaps, this is reality.

With this million, at least I won't have to worry about next month's rent anymore.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the pen.

A cold, mechanical voice exploded in his mind without warning.

[Host detected facing a major life decision; Pay-to-Win Cultivation System activated.]

[System binding in progress...]

[Binding successful.]

Su Yu's hand suddenly froze in mid-air.

The pupils suddenly contracted.

system?

The cheat code has arrived?!

This system is dedicated to helping its host reach the pinnacle of martial arts in the simplest and most direct way.

[Core Function: Purchase cultivation points with real money.]

[Current exchange rate: 1 RMB = 1 year of cultivation.]

[Note: The cultivation year is the result of one year of cultivation by the host in an absolutely perfect state, without eating, drinking, or sleeping, and working around the clock.]

Su Yu was stunned.

Even after three years of harsh realities in society, his mind was still somewhat blank at this moment.

One dollar... to buy a year's worth of cultivation?

He usually spends two yuan to buy a bottle of mineral water at the convenience store!

Two dollars can buy two years' worth of perfect cultivation results?!

Su Yu swallowed hard.

He suddenly realized an extremely crazy fact.

If one dollar could buy a year's worth of cultivation...

What if he had a million?

One million years of cultivation!

Let alone passing the test for Qi and Blood, if he poured a million years of cultivation into him, even if he were a pig, he could ascend to immortality on the spot!

"Su Yu?"

Li Jianguo frowned slightly as he looked at Su Yu's hand hovering in mid-air. "What's wrong? Are you dissatisfied with the price?"

Zhao Ze raised an eyebrow. "Student Su, one million is already the limit. One should be content; greed is like a snake trying to swallow an elephant."