"Charlie, let's break up!"
Lisa looked at the unkempt man in front of her with a disdainful expression, a clean-cut guy with a messy hairstyle, and a face full of contempt.
"Why? Lisa, did I do something wrong? Tell me, I'll change it!" Charlie was puzzled, his expression becoming anxious and uneasy.
Lisa was his goddess, and he had been infatuated with her since freshman year.
To win her heart, Charlie had been a devoted "bootlicker" for three years.
During these three years, he often delivered breakfast under the girls' dormitory building.
He cared for her in every possible way.
Just because she wanted an iPhone, Charlie took a part-time job delivering parcels for four months, just to make her smile.
Maybe his efforts moved the heavens.
A month ago, Lisa finally agreed to be his girlfriend.
"Charlie, my ex-boyfriend came to see me. My heart still belongs to him, not you. I appreciate your efforts over the years, but I really don't like you. The reason I agreed to be your girlfriend was only because you moved me when I needed comfort the most. But being moved is not love. Let's break up!"
"But Lisa, Henry is a scumbag. He got you pregnant and didn't take responsibility. Why are you so stubborn? Is it just because he's rich?"
"Please don't insult my boyfriend. You're not even comparable to one of his fingers. You're just a loser. Do you know how my friends see me this month? I feel embarrassed to be seen with you. Get lost!"
"You..."
Charlie's face turned pale, and his heart felt like it was being twisted with a knife.
Three years of effort, only to receive disgust.
She was the first woman he genuinely loved.
To please her, he didn't even mind that during these three years, Linda had been ambiguous with other guys.
He willingly played the role of a backup.
Silent dedication, accepting whatever came his way.
He believed that true love shouldn't care about the other person's past.
However, what he got in return for his sincere love was contempt and humiliation. Why is the world so unjust? Why does it always let genuinely pure and kind people suffer insult and harm?
Does being a "bootlicker" end up with nothing in the end?
" Lisa, please don't go. Please don't break up with me. I was wrong, I really was. I'll change anything you say!"
"Get lost. You just make me feel disgusted!"
Linda forcefully pushed away Charlie's hand and quickly got into a red Maserati parked by the side of the road, driving away.
"Linda, you'll regret this!" Charlie shouted with bloodshot eyes.
"Hmph, another loser raging in impotence!"
"Hey! Isn't this the ultimate bootlicker at our school, Charlie? I heard he worked part-time all year round just to pursue a girl, eating only steamed buns and pickles every day. All that just to sell makeup, clothes, and bags to others. Impressive!"
"Is that girl you're talking about Linda? I heard she wasn't particularly famous before, maybe just at the level of a campus beauty. But this guy managed to make her famous by bootlicking. Henry Johnson also decided to pursue Linda after hearing about this, thinking it would be challenging, but he got her in three days! Haha!"
"The goddess of the poor, the benefactor of the rich!"
At the school gate, a group of students gossiped and pointed, both males and females looking at Charlie with disdain.
Charlie ignored them.
Because over these three years, he had gotten used to being shameless.
He didn't know when he lost his self-esteem, becoming as lowly as a dog!
"Ding! Ultimate Sycophant System detected a suitable host!"
"System binding... Binding complete!"
"System!"
Charlie was puzzled.
He had read many novels where the protagonists had a system, but he never expected such a absurd thing to happen to him.
The next moment, a virtual interface appeared before him.
Name: Charlie.
Sycophant Amount: (90 trillion earth coins)
Personal Wealth: 230 earth coins.
Enhancement Points: 0
"Sycophant Amount? What is this, the money I can spend?"
Just as Charlie was wondering, a mysterious black card appeared in his hand.
This black card didn't look ordinary.
"You guessed it right, Bootlicking Amount is indeed the money the host can spend!" Suddenly, a system prompt sounded in his mind.
"What the heck... 90 trillion?!"
How much was Bill Way's wealth?
How much was Elon Must's wealth?
Even combined, they might not reach a fraction of this, right?
Charlie was dumbfounded, thoroughly dumbfounded!
"Reminder to the host: Bootlicking Amount is not the host's private property and can only be used for bootlicking activities. All expenses incurred during the host's bootlicking of a goddess will be borne by the system. However, personal expenses are not covered by the system. For example: buying a house, buying a car, dining alone, individual entertainment, any expenses unrelated to bootlicking activities are not the responsibility of the system!"
Hearing this explanation, Charlie was at a loss!
He originally thought he could immediately show off, turn the tables, and make a comeback. Who knew he would still have to be a bootlicker.
He had countless funds, but could only foot the bill for others!
He was still a poor wretch.
A poor wretch worth 90 trillion.
"Reminder: As long as the host successfully counterattacks and turns a goddess into the host's bootlicker, undergoes an identity change, the host will receive a ten percent reward of all bootlicking funds spent on that target, transferred to the host's private account, becoming the host's personal property!"
Hearing this, Charlie understood.
As long as he fervently licked the goddesses, spent extravagantly on them, and went all out, spending one million would earn him a hundred thousand, spending ten million would earn him a million.
As long as he kept being a bootlicker, he would soon achieve financial freedom and reach the pinnacle of life!
In no time, Charlie followed the system's instructions and bound the Bootlicking Amount black card to his mobile payment account.
Arriving at the school supermarket, Charlie bought some snacks, along with a few bottles of canned beer.
When he tried to pay with the black card-linked account, the payment page just wouldn't open!
"Hey, can you hurry up? It's just paying, why are you dragging it out? Don't you see people waiting behind you?"
A dazzlingly dressed girl behind Charlie, who was in line, urged impatiently.
"Beauty, can I add you on Facebook? I'll cover your bill!"
Charlie said without getting angry, testing the waters.
Of course, he wasn't testing whether this glamorous girl would give him her Facebook.
He was testing whether being a bootlicker could really use the Bootlicking Amount.
As expected, as soon as he spoke, a system prompt sounded in his mind.
"Ding! Bootlicking action initiated!"
Name: Lisa Thompson
Age: 21
Height: 165cm
Weight: 47kg
Appearance Score: 7.9 points
Goodwill from the Host: -50 points
Bind as a lickspittle, when the goodwill from the girl towards the host exceeds 95 points, the counterattack succeeds, identity transformation occurs, and the girl becomes the host's lickspittle.
Upon successful counterattack, a reward of 10% consumption lickspittle funds is given.
Reward Enhancement Points: 5 points (Enhancement points can strengthen the host's physical attributes, including constitution, mental state, talent, strength, perception, etc.)
Damn, this is going to be extraordinary!