On a sunny day, the young police officer, who had just taken office not long ago, started his workday.

In an ordinary city, an ordinary police officer usually wouldn't encounter any major cases. After all, thanks to everyone's efforts, public safety issues have largely been resolved.

However, things had been a little different in the past few days.

The young officer looked at the familiar young man in front of him and couldn't help but ask, "You again?"

The young man nodded gravely. "What a coincidence."

The officer paused for a moment. "This is a police station. It's not really a coincidence if you see me here."

"I've only been on duty for a month," the officer calculated. "I've seen you... four or five times now. Are you trying to get a monthly pass?"

"Does the monthly pass include meals?" the young man asked earnestly. "Is it expensive?"

"Is that really the point?" The officer sighed. "Murphy, you're a good person. You always do good deeds, helping others when you can. But how is it that you always end up in these situations?"

Murphy looked innocent. "I don't know!"

But actually, he did.

Ever since he obtained a role-playing system six days ago, strange events had been happening one after another.

At first, he thought he had finally unlocked some kind of special ability. But soon he realized that this special ability might not be made of pure gold after all. It might be more like a copper-chromium alloy with a bit of tungsten — the kind of material that doesn't grow after being touched too much.

The system worked simply: draw cards to obtain skills, and if he survived for seven days with the card, he would permanently gain one of the skills.

It sounded good—surviving seven days in this law-abiding society shouldn't be difficult, right?

Besides, more skills never hurt anyone, right?

But the truth is that free things are often the most expensive. The very first card he drew from this copper-chromium alloy system hit him like a ton of bricks.

[Identity: Buddhist Son

Active: Master of Buddhist Teachings (As a Buddhist Son, one must be proficient in Buddhist teachings. After learning, one becomes familiar with all Buddhist scriptures and can discuss and perform ceremonies),

Compassionate Heart (As a Buddhist Son, one must help when seeing others suffering),

Angry Vajra (Buddha has the Angry Vajra; use physical force to help others pass on).

Passive: All Beings are Equal (No offense to anyone, but everyone here is trash),

Benevolent and Kind (Naturally emits a high monk aura, increasing the favorability of those around you),

Moths to the Flame (Good people attract evil intentions, increasing the probability of encountering bad situations).]

Some of the details didn't seem too extraordinary, but the combination of "Compassionate Heart" and "Moths to the Flame" was a disaster.

He found himself getting involved in bad situations all the time, and when trouble came, he couldn't help but intervene!

What a terrible identity card!

Not a Buddhist Son, more like a "Death Schoolboy"! Even "Death Schoolboys" didn't have it this bad.

At first, Murphy didn't realize just how dangerous "Moths to the Flame" could be. But after being sent to the police station four times in six days, he finally understood.

Six days, four visits! Do you know how he made it through these six days? (During that one robbery, if not for the protection of "Angry Vajra," he would have been stabbed by a guy with a small knife right in the gut.)

You know how important the kidneys are to a man, right?

Later, Murphy was crying while hitting the robber's head with a club.

It wasn't that he wanted to cry; it was just that when "Compassionate Heart" kicked in, an overwhelming sense of guilt surged within him.

The guilt was so intense that, even a hundred years after his death, his ashes would still feel guilty.

The guilt made a handsome guy like Murphy cry on the spot.

He cried while beating the guy, and looked more pitiful than the one being beaten.

The video of the incident is now available online.

Many people were speculating about the situation, wondering what would make a handsome guy cry while beating up another person.

Many assumed it was a relationship issue, some even speculated it was a mess in the gay community.

It wasn't until the police released the official statement that Murphy's innocence was cleared.

And the fact that he was still safe despite visiting the police station four times in six days was largely thanks to his passive skill, "Benevolent and Kind."

He now looked like a nice person.

When he didn't speak, he looked incredibly kind.

But it didn't really help much; he was still playing the role of the Buddhist Son, not the real Buddhist Son.

Besides, even if he were a real Buddhist Son, he still needed to eat.

This time, he went through the process smoothly, taking less than an hour.

Rubbing his grumbling stomach, he stepped out of the police station. A tall woman was waiting for him.

Murphy approached and greeted her obediently, "Sister Lena."

Lena's full name was Lena Chase, Murphy's agent. She had a good appearance and was originally known for her fiery temper, but after being tempered by society, she had become more polished, though still relatively unknown in the industry.

She sized Murphy up and said, "Well done this time. Jane Sophia's agent called me to thank you. They sent you a snack as a token of appreciation. Make sure to take advantage of it."

Jane Sophia was the lead actress in the current film, a rising star. Murphy had seen someone tamper with her drink and intervened. When the drug was tested, it turned out to be paraquat. Murphy had saved her life.

Although he was only the fifth male lead, it was still a proper supporting role in Director Wang's film. Doing well in this role could open up new connections.

Lena Chase glanced at her phone. "I've got other things to do. You—"

She looked Murphy up and down and frowned. "I heard Director Wang is making a suspense film. You need to adjust your look."

"You're not here to save the world, you're here to sell your face."

With that, Lena Chase clicked her heels and walked away.

Murphy touched his face, feeling a bit helpless.

The first time Lena Chase saw him after his appearance changed when he first entered the police station, she was so startled that she almost jumped out of her skin.

Although she had two small internet celebrities, a magician, and three actors with questionable credentials under her management, Murphy was the most good-looking one.

If Murphy ever decided to give up acting and become a monk, her already difficult career as an agent would only get worse.

Luckily, at the time, Murphy had assured her that it was just a role he was playing, and after a while, he'd be fine. That's when Lena Chase relaxed.

She had never experienced what it was like for top actors to get deeply immersed in a role, so she assumed the change in his demeanor was normal.

Lena Chase thought uncertainly.

Murphy did the math. It had been six days. By tomorrow afternoon, he would be able to switch his "Buddhist Son" identity, ending this unfortunate phase and seamlessly joining the cast. That was the only good news in these days.

Just thinking about it made Murphy feel hopeful about his life. Smiling and walking briskly toward his small apartment, he felt his steps lighter.

Before tomorrow afternoon, he hoped to stay in his room and get through this frustrating state without a hitch.

Murphy lived in an old neighborhood, somewhat out of the way, with incomplete amenities, but the safety was decent.

Most of the residents here were retirees or struggling office workers.

Murphy, of course, belonged to the latter group.

His savings, if stretched, were just enough for a simple meal of plain noodles with water and a package of pickled vegetables.

His paycheck from the film hadn't come in yet, so he had to live frugally, hoping that once he joined Director Wang's film, he'd at least get some decent meals.

Yay!