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Alex, a 9-year-old orphan in Beijing, had always been an ordinary girl, just trying to survive in a world that often felt too big and too cold. One day, though, something extraordinary happened. She began to remember a future that wasn’t hers—memories from 6 years ahead, where she was no longer an orphan but the adopted daughter of a wealthy businessman. In this future, she had been chosen not for love or kindness, but as a playmate for his cold, arrogant son, Max. The deal was simple: Alex would receive 30,000 yuan a month in exchange for pretending to be Max friend. But the reality was far more painful. Xiao Jun never saw her as anything more than a piece of the arrangement that he resented. No matter how hard Alex tried to connect with him, to break through his icy exterior, she was never good enough in his eyes. Despite all her efforts—whether it was spending time with him, listening to his silent anger, or simply trying to make him smile—Max remained distant, aloof, and indifferent. The memories of this future were like watching a show . She don't felt connected to thes future,but the one in future look helpless ,knowing that no matter how hard she tried, her place in his life was never secure, never real. She was a stranger, bound by a contract. Then, one day, as Alex was out shopping with her friends, the future she had glimpsed was suddenly snatched away in the blink of an eye. A car accident, the kind of tragedy that seemed so far away, claimed her life in an instant. As the world faded into darkness, Alex in thes future had one last thought: *What would have happened if things had been different?* But her journey wasn’t over. Perhaps fate had something else in store for her. Maybe this glimpse of the future was just a warning, a lesson she still had time to change.
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Extra's Money System: Money from Distrust, Skills from Lies

"Ugh... what the hell?" My skull felt like it was being used as a drum in some heavy metal concert. Every throb behind my eyes promised a full-blown explosion. And then it hit me—right. I drank way too much last night. Bits of memory came rushing back: a nightmare workday, my jackass boss dragging me to an “after party,” one drink turning into ten. Couldn't say no, not when a bonus—or respect—was on the line. I groaned and rubbed my temples. This wasn’t just a hangover. Something was wrong. My voice—raspy and strange—escaped without permission. I froze. That was my voice… but it didn’t sound like mine. I sat up too fast. The world tilted. And then—trees. Everywhere. What the—? I lived downtown. This was a forest. I staggered up, legs barely cooperating. The air was too clean, too fresh. Like sixth-grade camping-trip fresh. Then something moved. A lump of earth? No. It floated. Floated. Ding! A chime echoed in my head like a glitch in a video game. "What the hell..." Nothing around me changed—except a woman standing nearby. Calm. Like this was normal. She turned and raised an eyebrow. “You coming in or not?” Still dazed, I nodded and followed. Ding! “ShapeShifter ability added to the shop.” Shop? Then a robotic voice boomed in my head, smug and cheerful: “Welcome to the Distrust System, dear host. Your mission: gain distrust. The less you trust, the more you earn. Bonus: every time someone lies to you, their power is copied.” I caught one word. Money. My confusion snapped into interest. If there was cash in this madness, I was all ears. The woman finally glanced back, unimpressed by my staring. “Lost?” she asked, tone like velvet hiding a knife. “Me? Nah,” I said, smirking. “Still right here… looking at you.” Her eyes narrowed. Later, she stood in front of an empty table, once stacked with food. All gone. She hissed. “Was he fasting for ten years?!” Her stash—gone, devoured by me. Murder was now top of her to-do list. She glanced at me, slumped with a bloated stomach and snoring softly. “Disgusting human,” she muttered, already pulling a hidden blade from behind the wall. She crept into the room, raised the knife— Thunk. Right into the blanket. No scream. She yanked it back. Pillows. Her eye twitched. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” A voice murmured behind her, smug as hell: “You know, for someone planning murder, you’re really predictable.”
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