I need to prepare enough gifts for those unknown things.
First and foremost, I have to live a better life — my stomach is weak, after all.
Humanity's basic science is the key.
Push basic science forward, trigger a technological explosion.
Only then does humanity have a future.
So I have to make money by any means necessary.
Only when I live comfortably can I advance basic science.
After all, I don't want to die.
And if future technology becomes powerful enough, I can live longer.
I know perfectly well that if an ordinary person wants to defy fate and change their life:
First, find a rich woman to keep you.
Second, have the vision to spot such a rich woman.
In other words, besides latching onto a rich woman, another way to get rich
is to see clearly the future of a country's politics,
social trends, and economic shifts.
Then attach yourself to a rich woman with that kind of foresight.
First, the most profitable opportunities come from national policies.
Second, understand the rules of society — meaning predicting future social conditions.
Using economics, sociology, and technological empowerment, the coming technological explosion,
I can choose the right path to strive for.
But as a reincarnated man, the last thing I lack is the eye to spot rich women.
Still, in my eyes, the easiest way to make money
is still to be kept by a rich woman. Because I'm lazy, and my stomach is no good.
So I started sizing up the people around me.
I was desperate to find a rich woman who'd throw money at me.
My stomach was growling like crazy, and I could tell this body would starve if I didn't eat soon.
Just like that, my first mission after rebirth appeared: survive.
As I was thinking about how to fill my stomach,
an ambulance screeched to a halt five meters in front of me. The doors slammed open.
Two burly men stepped out and asked, "Who called the psychiatric hospital? Said there's a lunatic here?"
A beautiful blonde woman stepped out of a luxury Ferrari parked by the road.
She pointed at me, my clothes barely covering my body, my long hair messy, and said, "It's this guy. I seriously think he's insane."
"Since I saw him, he's been muttering to himself like a maniac, then he hit on an old lady and even cursed people."
The two big men looked toward me.
On my calm, thin face, a look of pure terror appeared.
I cursed inwardly: Holy shit.
I stared in disbelief at the woman in white, sky-high heels, curvy figure.
She was beautiful, but right now, she was just a shell to me.
As the saying goes:
See beauty as bones, and you feel no desire.
See bones as beauty, and you feel no fear.
I shouted furiously, "Fuck you, you bitch! You're so vicious! I never did anything to you — how dare you frame me!"
The beautiful woman stared at me with her big, pretty eyes, shocked, like she couldn't believe I'd curse her.
A moment later, her chest heaved. "Doctors, grab him! Look, he's still swearing! Don't let him get away!"
I knew I had to run — now or never.
As I fled, I trembled, pointed at the blonde, and snarled, "Don't let me find out who you are! I'll come for you! Just you wait!"
I ran for my life. History made it clear:
psychiatric hospitals were not for humans.
Even a sane person would be driven crazy there.
And if I was labeled insane, my rebirth would be completely wasted.
What rich woman would ever want a lunatic?
I'd die before letting myself be taken in.
The two burly men saw me running, rolled up their sleeves, and sneered, "Trying to escape? Hmph."
They charged at me at full speed. But as they ran, they both frowned.
"How long has this guy not showered? He smells worse than my socks after two weeks!"
I felt like I could barely breathe, my lungs burning.
I glanced back — the two men were right behind me.
I had to lose them.
Who would've thought I'd have such bad luck right after rebirth?
My mind raced.
I spotted the entrance to a three-story supermarket.
I sprinted with all the speed and strength I had left and burst inside.
Ten seconds before the two psychiatric hospital orderlies could grab me,
I shut the elevator door and pressed the top floor.
From memory, the third floor was the general merchandise section.
Only one of them would follow me up; the other would stay downstairs to block the exit.
The second I reached the third floor, I rushed out of the elevator and grabbed something nearby to jam the door open.
There weren't many people here.
I quickly grabbed clothes, pants, and shoes and changed.
The salesgirl was busy playing with her new smartphone.
By the time the elevator's alarm beeped, I had plenty of time.
I changed completely, put on a hat, and headed down the stairs to the first floor.
Just as I guessed, I walked right past the man guarding the exit.
He glanced at me but didn't recognize me at all.
I curled my lip into a cold sneer.
"You bitch… how dare you frame me. I'll make you regret it."
I had no mercy, no weakness for pretty women.
Like I thought:
No matter how beautiful a woman is, if her heart is poisonous, she's just a rotten shell filled with spit and snot.
A surge of hatred burned inside me.
I'd just been reborn, and she almost sent me to a mental hospital.
Good thing I have no moral bottom line.
"This life I've been given? I'm not wasting a single second of it."
"Still, this starting situation is pretty damn miserable."
At that moment, Kyle was calm.
Maybe that was what it meant to have lived two lives — seeing the world from a whole new angle.
System notification: Detected a rich woman nearby. Please conquer Sophia for point rewards.
I stared at the panel that appeared in mid-air.
A cheat system. Exactly. With this, I could walk all over everyone.
This system really got me. It knew I loved rich women.
Money and beauties, here I come.
From now on, my name shall be Kyle, the God of Show-offs.