**"What the hell?**
**The Ultimate Simp System?**
Jiang Chen wondered if the club's deafening bass had fried his brain. After all, "simp" had been his defining label for the past year—a shadow he couldn't shake. He dismissed the voice as a hallucination and reached for his drink, only to freeze when the robotic tone echoed again:
**[Ultimate Simp System activated. Host must select first target immediately.]**
This time, the sound seemed to originate *inside* his skull. His friends showed no reaction.
**[Host: Jiang Chen]**
**[Simp Fund: 10 trillion RMB]**
**[Personal Funds: 0]**
**[Targets Conquered: 0]**
**[Current Target: None]**
A holographic panel burned into his vision. Jiang Chen's breath hitched.
*This isn't a dream.*
He'd read enough web novels to recognize a system. But **10 trillion**? Even China's richest tycoon couldn't touch that. Yet his personal balance remained zero.
**[Simp Funds are exclusively for courting targets. Personal expenses are prohibited.]**
"So I can only spend this on women?!" Jiang Chen muttered.
**[Correct. However, 10% of all Simp Funds spent on a successfully conquered target will convert to your personal wealth.]**
Jiang Chen's eyes blazed. *10% of 10 trillion = 1 trillion.*
A number so absurd, it made his scholarship hustle look like pocket change.
"Jiang! Drink up!" Luo Peng yelled, oblivious.
Jiang Chen downed his vodka, resolve crystallizing. *Screw dignity. With this system…*
*Licking one girl makes you a simp. Licking a hundred? That's a goddamn empire.*
——
Returning to his booth, laughter sliced through the music.
"Look! The campus simp!"
A clique of art school girls lounged nearby—fishnet stockings, micro skirts, and predatory smirks. At their center sat Li Shurui, the department queen. Her smoky eyes flicked over Jiang Chen like he was gum stuck to her stiletto.
"Where's your precious Ai Qian?" a girl taunted, her crop top barely containing strategic curves.
"We broke up," Jiang Chen said flatly.
Gasps rippled. The simp had *spine* now?
Li Shurui finally deigned to glance up, swirling her cocktail. "Sit if you want." She slid a bottle of Don Julio 1942 toward him. "But first, finish this."
**[Target Identified: Li Shurui]**
**[Current Affection: -100]**
**[Objective: Raise affection to 90]**
Jiang Chen grinned. The system's cold voice was music to his ears.
"Challenge accepted."