The System Is Forcibly Raising Affection Levels — Isn’t This Basically Hypnosis? - Chapter 1:

Chapter 1: All He Wanted Was to Farm Rewards.

[An active mission card has been used. Your supervisor needs someone to work overtime for free and handle a difficult task. 

Reward: Your supervisor will praise your contribution to the company in the work group chat.]

What the hell.

Office worker Xu Le’s vision went dark. He seriously suspected he had been bound to a fake system.

What kind of system would force its host to become a capitalist’s unpaid slave?

Just moments ago, he had been slacking off at work, scrolling through Douyin and watching pretty girls.

Then a translucent panel suddenly appeared before his eyes.

It called itself a Mission System. Complete missions, receive rewards.

It had even given him an Active Mission Card.

He thought he was finally about to rise to the peak of life, marry some busty goddess, long-legged mature beauty, innocent campus belle.

And this was the mission he got instead?

Wasn’t he supposed to be the Chosen One?

Xu Le let out a faint sigh.

Looks like this was all his life was ever going to be.

No marriage. No house. No car. No reckless spending. Forget getting a girlfriend.

With his tiny monthly salary of just a few thousand yuan, he could barely afford to survive as it was.

…

Xu Le slung his bag over his shoulder and walked toward the elevator, still thinking about the system.

He refused to believe his system was this useless.

The system had given him an Active Mission Card, which meant missions could probably trigger passively too.

Society was brutally realistic.

Now that he had finally obtained a system, he had to seize this chance to change his fate.

Ding.

The elevator doors slowly opened.

Lost in thought, Xu Le stepped inside, only for a fragrant breeze to suddenly sweep over him.

A soft, delicate body bumped straight into his chest.

His nose filled with the scent of expensive perfume. Strands of silky hair brushed across his face, sending a faint tingling sensation through him.

“Hm?”

The woman let out a soft muffled sound. Her wine-red fingernails clenched tightly onto his shirt.

Xu Le lowered his head slightly.

The first thing that caught his eye was a long, pale thigh revealed through the slit of a pure white satin gown.

Very fair.

His gaze moved upward unconsciously. The tightly bound chest outlined breathtaking curves.

Then came her exquisitely delicate face, almost flawless, blue contact lenses shimmering in her eyes, red lips slightly parted.

She was cosplaying an angel, yet there was something irresistibly seductive about her.

“Don’t you watch where you’re going?”

An annoyed voice sounded.

Gu Qinghuan glanced at the man she had collided with.

He was somewhat handsome, but his clothes were ordinary. With the messenger bag slung over his shoulder, it was obvious he was just some office employee earning a few thousand yuan a month.

Her interest faded instantly.

“Move,” she said impatiently.

Xu Le stepped aside to give her space. He had indeed not been watching where he was going.

He took another look at her and recognized her.

Gu Qinghuan. A top internet influencer with several million followers.

Many media companies wanted to sign her, some even offering 1 million or more, but she had turned them all down.

He knew this so clearly because he worked as an operations assistant.

Xu Le let out a quiet breath and withdrew his gaze.

Who didn’t like looking at beautiful women?

But someone at her level was destined to have nothing to do with an ordinary man like him.

[You have completed Gu Qinghuan’s mission. You gave her way. Reward: 200 yuan. Favorability +5.]

Huh?

Xu Le’s eyes lit up.

The Mission System had triggered.

He quickly pulled out his phone. A notification showed that 200 yuan had just been deposited into his bank account.

200 yuan might not be much, but it was equivalent to a full day’s salary for him.

Straight cash. The system was indeed simple and direct.

Xu Le was easily content. For him, as long as he had enough money to live comfortably, that was enough.

If he could trigger missions multiple times a day, earning several thousand yuan daily would already be incredible. How many people could make several thousand yuan a day?

As for this favorability increase, it seemed like a bonus.

…

The next day, when Xu Le returned to the company and sat in front of his computer, he fell into deep thought.

Yesterday, he had tried interacting with many people, whether beautiful women or social elites, but none of them had triggered any rewards.

Why had Gu Qinghuan been able to trigger the system?

Yet he still had to work. In a few days, the convention downstairs would end.

It would be difficult to get close to a big influencer like Gu Qinghuan again.

“Xu Le, you. Go sign Gu Qinghuan. How about it?”

Li Baoguo scanned the office and noticed Xu Le spacing out.

“Alright,” Xu Le replied as he stood up.

Li Baoguo nodded in satisfaction. “Go then. If you fail, I’ll deduct all your performance pay.”

Xu Le could not help but complain inwardly about this supervisor.

Given the slightest bit of authority, he was squeezing every drop out of employees.

…

Before going to find Gu Qinghuan, Xu Le opened her Douyin account.

The most eye-catching line read, “I’ve never been in a relationship. You can check however you like. Please don’t spread rumors.”

In the video, Gu Qinghuan said this with a shy expression.

Xu Le narrowed his eyes slightly. Was she building a persona?

Still, that had nothing to do with him.

All he wanted was to farm rewards.

It did not take long for Xu Le to locate Gu Qinghuan.

But she was already surrounded by a tightly packed crowd.

After much effort, he squeezed his way in and saw her posing for photos.

She was still wearing the angel cosplay outfit. Her long, fair legs were faintly visible beneath the flowing skirt.

She tilted her head and smiled softly. Fine glitter clung to her eyelashes, sparkling under the lights.

When she bent slightly, shadows gathered in the hollow of her collarbone, and the subtle lace patterns across her chest were impossible to ignore.

“Sorry, that’s all for today. I’m going to take a break,” she announced.

After waving her hand, she stepped down from the stage.

Ignoring the reluctant looks of the otaku fans, her expression changed instantly.

If it were not for fame, who would bother acting cute for a bunch of deadbeat nerds?