1: Chapter 1 Daughter? No, it's a system!

The rain in Jiangcheng was falling heavily, as if it wanted to drown all the filth in this city.

Chen Fan rode his dilapidated electric scooter and stopped in a puddle on the side of the road.

Rainwater flowed down through the gaps in his helmet and into his neck, icy and bone-chilling.

His phone screen lit up, covered in cracks.

【Meituan Crowdsourcing: Due to multiple customer complaints regarding late delivery and spilled soup, your account has been permanently banned.】

Immediately after, another text message arrived.

【China Mobile: Wishing Mr. Chen Fan a happy 39th birthday.】

Chen Fan stared at the screen, rain hitting it and blurring the text.

"Happy birthday? Heh."

He let out a dry laugh, his voice hoarse and unpleasant.

Thirty-nine years old.

No house, no car, no savings, no wife, no children.

Now, even his only livelihood, delivering food, was gone.

Chen Fan took off his helmet, letting the torrential rain wash over his stubbled, aged, and weary face.

He threw the electric scooter to the side of the road like a pile of scrap metal and walked toward the nearby cross-river bridge like a walking corpse.

The river water was pitch black, churning with murky waves.

Nineteen years ago, it was also this kind of heavy rain.

Su Wanqing's mother threw a check for 300,000 yuan in his face, her well-maintained face full of contempt.

"Take the money and get lost. You bottom-feeding scum, don't even think about touching my daughter."

"Wanqing is destined to marry into a wealthy family. You can't give her a future, so don't ruin her."

Back then, he was young and hot-blooded, thinking dignity was more important than life.

He tore up the check, swearing to make something of himself.

But reality slapped him hard in the face.

Nineteen years had passed; he certainly hadn't touched Su Wanqing, and he had indeed lived his life as scum.

"I am a loser..."

Chen Fan grabbed the railing with both hands, his fingernails digging into the rust.

Just jump.

Jumping would mean liberation.

No more enduring others' attitudes, no more risking his life for a few dollars in delivery fees, no more crying in the middle of the night because he missed that name.

He swung one leg over the railing.

Just then.

【Beep—】

【Detected that the Host's emotional fluctuation has reached a critical value, God-Level Investment System is activating...】

【Activation successful!】

A cold, mechanical voice suddenly exploded in his mind.

Chen Fan froze, standing stunned in the rain.

Auditory hallucination?

Do people experience hallucinations before they die?

【Newbie task released: Earn 1 million in startup capital within one week.】

【Task guidance: In the cryptocurrency market, "Dogecoin" is about to see an epic surge within the next 168 hours.】

A translucent blue light screen suddenly appeared before Chen Fan's eyes.

On the light screen was a K-line chart.

The red and green interlaced lines were originally unremarkable, but after the current point in time, the line showed a nearly vertical angle, soaring crazily upward!

Increase: 12,000%!

One hundred and twenty times!

Chen Fan stared intently at that line, his heart pounding violently against his chest—thump, thump, thump.

If it was a hallucination, it was too realistic.

If it was real...

He pulled back the leg he had swung over the railing.

"Dogecoin..."

He had heard of this thing, a joke used to mock Bitcoin—worthless, all bubbles.

But the trend chart provided by the system was glaringly red, red enough to drive him mad.

Chen Fan felt all over his body and pulled out the only bank card he had from his soaked pocket.

There were 3,000 yuan in it.

This was his entire net worth.

"Not enough... This little money isn't enough to turn things around!"

Chen Fan's eyes were bloodshot, like a desperate gambler who had just seen their last trump card to win it all.

Since he was no longer afraid of death, what else was there to fear?

Debt?

To hell with debt!

If he lost, the worst that could happen was he jumped from here again!

If he won...

Chen Fan's hands trembled as he opened his phone and clicked on one loan app after another.

Jiebei, credit limit 15,000, borrow!

Weilidai, credit limit 20,000, borrow!

Meituan Loan, credit limit 8,000, borrow!

360 Jie Tiao, Du Xiaoman, Paipaidai...

He didn't even spare those online lending platforms with terrifyingly high interest rates.

At this moment, he didn't need to consider credit scores, repayment dates, or interest.

He only needed money!

Principal!

His phone kept vibrating, with verification codes coming in one after another.

Funds were transferred into his bank card one by one.

Ten minutes.

Chen Fan stood in the torrential rain, operating his phone like a madman.

If he didn't succeed, these 200,000+ yuan in debts would be enough to drive him to death ten times over.

"Got it all..."

Looking at the number displayed in his bank card balance: 213,500.00 yuan.

Chen Fan's throat went dry, his eyeballs covered in red bloodshot veins.

He downloaded the exchange app, registered, verified his identity, and linked his bank card.

The operations were completed in one go.

Without the slightest hesitation, without holding anything back.

Buy!

Buy all of it!

213,500 yuan, all converted into that virtual currency with the dog head printed on it.

All-in!

After doing all this, Chen Fan leaned against the cold bridge railing, panting heavily, white mist mixing with the rain gushing out.

He stared intently at the real-time market on his phone screen.

At this moment, the price of "Dogecoin" was still a lifeless straight line, with no signs of any fluctuation.

0.00023 USD.

At this moment, time seemed to have frozen.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The price didn't budge at all.

Chen Fan's palms were full of cold sweat, and rainwater dripped down his eyelashes, blurring his vision.

Could it be fake?

Was this just a hollow joy before death?

Just as his heart was about to stop beating.

On the screen, that green number, suddenly jumped.

0.00024...

Immediately after.

0.00030!

A thick, bullish candlestick, like a sharp sword, pierced the calm market without warning, shooting straight into the sky!