"Status," Liu Yizan muttered, and the holographic screen materialized in the air with a soft shimmer.
For a moment, he simply stared, his heart pounding in his chest.
Then, a grin slowly spread across his face. "Finally," he whispered, his voice tinged with both relief and excitement. "After four long years, I've finally gotten my cheat."
The screen was simple, yet its significance couldn't be overstated.
It was a system, just like the ones he'd read about in stories back on Earth. And now, it was his.
With a surge of anticipation, he focused on the contents of the screen:
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{STATUS}
[Name: Liu Yizan ]
[Age: 18 years ]
[Martial talent: LOW][0/5]+
[Martial Cultivation: None]
[Martial Cultivation Techniques: None]
[Upgrades: 3]
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Liu Yizan stared at the screen, his gaze lingering on the sparse information displayed before him.
The status was painfully simple, almost underwhelming. Apart from his name and age, the only other noteworthy entry was his martial talent—marked as low.
His brows furrowed, and a slight frown tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Low martial talent..." he muttered, his voice tinged with frustration.
In this world Liu Yizan had found himself in, peace was a distant dream, a far cry from the life he had known on Earth. The root of this difference lay in the martial artists who dominated this realm.
Unlike the martial artists of Earth—people with average physical strength who excelled in techniques and discipline—the martial artists here were on an entirely different level.
Here, the term "martial artist" carried a weight far beyond skill or dedication.
Even the lowest-ranked martial artist could perform feats that defied the limits of human ability by Earth's standards.
These individuals could effortlessly lift weights exceeding a hundred kilograms and run over five kilometers at speeds of 10 to 15 kilometers per hour without breaking a sweat.
And those above the lowest ranks? They were nothing short of extraordinary, their capabilities pushing the boundaries of what Liu Yizan had once considered possible.
From his Earthly perspective, they weren't just superhumans—they were the supernatural beings of fantasy tales.
Strength, speed, resilience, and destructive power were theirs in abundance, making them forces to be reckoned with in a world where the strong ruled and the weak barely survived.
In this world, martial talent was the foundation upon which everything else depended.
It determined one's potential to ascend the ranks of strength and power.
For Liu Yizan, seeing low martial talent in his status was a harsh blow.
This designation meant that his potential, even if fully realized, capped at Rank 2—a level stronger than the lowest Rank 1 but still far from enough in a world where strength dictated survival.
Rank 2 was nothing more than a stepping stone, a level where even the slightest misstep could leave one crushed beneath the boots of stronger martial artists.
For someone who had come from a world of peace, where he had indulged in stories about martial arts and fantasy, this limitation stung deeply.
Back on Earth, protagonists in those tales often started with overwhelming advantages—hidden powers, divine physiques, or unparalleled talents.
Yet here he was, standing at the bottom rung of the ladder with the odds stacked against him.
Liu Yizan couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration. 'Low martial talent? Really?' he thought bitterly.
Liu Yizan took a deep breath, letting the initial wave of frustration ebb away. 'No point in sulking,' he thought. 'I should figure out everything this system can do before jumping to conclusions.'
Refocusing his attention, he scanned the rest of the status screen.
The entries for Martial Cultivation and Martial Techniques were predictably empty, a reminder that he had yet to begin any formal training in this world.
While that was expected, his gaze lingered on one particular line: Upgrade Points.
Curiosity sparked within him. 'Upgrade points? What does that mean?' As the question formed in his mind, a flood of information suddenly surged into his consciousness.
It was as though the system had been waiting for him to focus on that very point.
The knowledge filled his mind in an instant, painting a vivid picture of the system's functionality.
At first, Liu Yizan was stunned, his eyes widening in disbelief.
But as he processed the details, his shock gave way to growing excitement.
"This... this is amazing!" he exclaimed aloud, unable to suppress the grin spreading across his face.
This system wasn't just a simple status tracker or a convenience tool for appraising items and storing endless supplies, as Liu Yizan had initially assumed.
Its true potential lay hidden in the Upgrade points, and as he delved deeper into its mechanics, his perspective on the system transformed entirely.
The actual name of the system was the Lustful Upgrade System.
At first, though he felt the name was weird, he didn't fully grasp the significance of it, but as the information flowed into his mind, the pieces began to click.
The Lustful Upgrade system allowed him to gain Upgrade points through sexual intercourse with his partners.
After every sexual intercourse he will get some number of Upgrade points depending on the satisfaction of both parties from the sexual intercourse.
Those upgrade points can be used for upgrading any kind of talent or techniques.
For example, the martial talent's progression is marked by an entry such as [0/5], indicating the number of Upgrade Points needed to progress from low to medium-level talent. The "+" symbol represents the addition of Upgrade Points to the required entry.
Currently he had gotten 3 Upgrade points as a congratulatory gift for awakening the system.
Now if he got two more he can upgrade his Martial talent.
The Lustful Upgrade System does not only benefit Liu Yizan.
It can also be used to upgrade the talents and techniques of other individuals.
"Upgrade points....this is... just in whole another level…" Liu Yizan muttered, the implications swirling in his mind.
Liu Yizan was still lost in the awe of the system's abilities when a voice suddenly broke through his reverie.
"Yizan, what are you doing staring into the air? Come downstairs quickly, your sister-in-law is waiting for you."
The voice was sweet yet commanding, pulling him from his thoughts.
Liu Yizan blinked, realizing how much time had passed as he had gotten lost in the system's features.
He turned toward the door, and his eyes were drawn to the figure standing there.
A woman stood in the doorway, her presence both graceful and commanding.
She seems to be in her early thirties, with a mature yet youthful beauty that seemed to radiate warmth.
Her long, jet-black hair was neatly tied in a bun, and her face carried a soft touch of makeup, enhancing her natural features.
She was dressed in a simple yet elegant garment—something that reminded Liu Yizan of a blouse and frock from Earth's older days, but with a distinct cultural twist that made it look both comfortable and refined.
The way she carried herself, with her poised demeanor and the way she had prepared herself, suggested that today was no ordinary day.
Liu Yizan watched his mother, Liu Yulan, as she stood in the doorway.
Though her youthful appearance made it hard to believe, she was already in her late thirties.
Her gentle expression softened when she saw his distracted look, but she shook her head with a playful smile.
"What's wrong with you, Yizan?" she asked, a hint of teasing in her voice. "You know how special today is for you, and you've already forgotten about it."
Liu Yizan blinked, the realization hitting him like a wave.
He had completely lost track of time, absorbed in the system's revelations. "I'll be ready in 10 minutes, you can go downstairs, Mother," he replied, embarrassed by his forgetfulness.
Liu Yulan shook her head again, her lips curling into a warm smile. "Just don't keep us waiting," she said before turning and heading down the stairs.
Once she was out of sight, Liu Yizan quickly closed his bedroom door and leaned against it for a moment.
His mind was still swirling with the implications of the system, but he had little time to indulge in his excitement.
Today was an important day.
He stripped off his clothes and rushed to the chest of clothes. His fingers moved quickly, sifting through various garments as he searched for something suitable.
He could hear the quiet bustle of the household downstairs, his sister-in-law likely preparing for the same occasion.
After all, this was no ordinary day—it was the day of his wedding ceremony.