1: Chapter 1: Three months left to live, he turns around and starts a live fortune telling session.

[Brain Storage Area]

[Sign in to obtain blessings]

[Type 111 to obtain a random system]

[Type 222 to obtain good luck]

[Type 333 to obtain wealth]

[Type 555 to transmigrate to a random alternate world]

[Type 666 for a life free of illness and disaster, and for family well-being]

[Type 777 for everything to go as you wish and for your dreams to come true]

[Type 888 to obtain your true fated connection and find your destined soulmate]

[Type 999 to double your length]

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Jiangcheng First People's Hospital, main entrance.

Su Yun stood on the steps, clutching a crumpled lab report in his hand, and looked up at the scorching sun overhead.

The sunlight was piercingly bright, making his head throb.

But he felt that the words on the lab report were even more eye-stabbing.

[Pancreatic Cancer, conservative treatment recommended...]

The doctor's words from just now still echoed in his ears, devoid of any emotion.

"Go back. Eat whatever you want, don't hold back."

"You have about three months left. At this stage, there's no point in being hospitalized."

Three months.

Su Yun crumpled the lab report into a ball, stuffed it into his trouser pocket, and the corners of his mouth curled into a helpless arc.

This transmigration was truly a hellish start.

Others transmigrate as rich second-generation heirs or powerful matrilocal sons-in-law, or at the very least, a 'trash' character in a broken-engagement trope—at least they still have their lives.

But him? He hadn't even been here for two days, and before his memories could even fully merge, he had already received a death notice.

"God, are you playing with me?"

Su Yun reached into his pocket, pulled out a five-yuan pack of Soft Baisha, and put a cigarette in his mouth. Just as he was about to light it, he realized he couldn't find a lighter anywhere on him.

"Bad luck."

He took the cigarette out, tucked it behind his ear, and with his hands in his pockets, he sauntered back toward his rented room.

Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it.

He was an orphan in his previous life anyway; if he kicked the bucket in this life, so be it. His only regret was not having the chance to enjoy the perks of being a transmigrator.

He returned to his rented basement room, which was less than twenty square meters.

Just as he reached the door, Su Yun saw a middle-aged woman wearing floral pajamas and an afro blocking the entrance.

It was the landlady, the 'queen of leases' for this area, whose voice was loud enough to sing folk songs.

"Su Yun! Where have you been hiding?"

The moment the landlady saw Su Yun, her eyebrows—drawn on like caterpillars—immediately shot up.

Hands on her hips, spittle flew everywhere as she spoke.

"You don't answer my calls, you don't open the door when I knock—I thought you'd died inside!"

Su Yun picked his ear, looking calm. "Auntie Liu, I just went to the hospital for a check-up. I didn't hear you."

"Don't give me that!"

Auntie Liu waved her fat hand, pointing at Su Yun's nose.

"Last month's rent was delayed by a week, and this month it's already three days late!"

"I'm telling you, if I don't see the money by tomorrow, pack your bags and get out!"

"I don't house idlers here. There's a long line of people waiting to rent this place!"

Su Yun glanced at his empty WeChat balance.

Three yuan and fifty-eight cents.

Not even enough for tomorrow morning's steamed buns.

"Auntie Liu, give me two more days. As soon as I have the money, I'll transfer it to you immediately," Su Yun said, putting on a professional fake smile.

"Two days? Even two hours is too much!"

Auntie Liu snorted coldly, turned, and walked upstairs, her slippers slapping loudly against the floor. "Eight o'clock tomorrow morning. If I don't see the money, I'm throwing your stuff out onto the street! Don't believe me? Just try me!"

Watching Auntie Liu disappear around the corner of the stairs, Su Yun shrugged.

In this world, even breathing is a crime for the poor.

He pulled out his key and unlocked the somewhat rusty security door.

A musty smell wafted from the room.

A single bed, a broken table, and a second-hand desktop computer left by his predecessor with outrageously low specs.

This was the entirety of his worldly possessions.

Su Yun closed the door, plopped down on the wobbly chair, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

Three months of life left, penniless, and about to be kicked out tomorrow.

This wasn't just 'hell' difficulty anymore; the road was directly blocked off.

"Looks like I can only go beg under an overpass. With my looks, maybe I can manage to scrape by?"

Su Yun laughed at himself self-deprecatingly.

Right at that moment.

A cold, synthesized mechanical voice rang out in his mind without warning.

[Host detected.]

[Heavenly Secrets Divine Calculation System binding...]

[Binding successful!]

Su Yun snapped upright, and his previously dull eyes suddenly lit up.

A system?

System-bro might be late, but he always arrives!

"System, introduce your functions," Su Yun thought to himself. He wasn't surprised at all; as a veteran web novel reader, he was well-acquainted with this process.

[This system is designed to assist the host in perceiving heavenly secrets and punishing evil while promoting good.]

[Function 1: Tianji Divine Calculation! The host can view a target person's past, future, recent fortune, major life milestones, and crime index (evil value).]

[Function 2: Merit Life Extension! By revealing heavenly secrets to guide others, assisting in the capture of criminals, or punishing evil and promoting good, the host can obtain 'merit points.' merit points can be used to exchange for lifespan, repair bodily functions, and participate in lucky draws.]

[Current Host Life Balance: 89 days, 14 hours, 23 minutes.]

[Welfare: 3 free daily uses of Tianji Divine Calculation. (Subsequent uses will consume merit points).]

Looking at the light blue screen that only he could see, Su Yun took a deep breath.

A literal lifesaver had arrived.

As long as he had merit, he could live—he could even cure his cancer!

"Catching criminals? Punishing evil and promoting good?"

Su Yun rubbed his chin. This scope of business was a bit broad.

But the most important issue right now was making money. He had to pay the rent first, or he really would be sleeping on the street tomorrow.

Now that he had this [Tianji Divine Calculation] ability, what was the fastest way to monetize it?

Setting up a fortune-telling stall?

Too slow, and he'd have to watch out for the city management officers.

Su Yun's gaze fell upon the broken computer on the desk.

Livestreaming!

Although his current self was a down-and-out laborer, his ancestors were actually involved in metaphysics—a family of what was commonly known as charlatans.

Su Yun had plenty of basic knowledge about physiognomy and divination in his head. While he used to think it was feudal superstition, combined with the system now, it was a complete dimensional strike.

"Let's do it."

Su Yun was a man of action.

He skillfully turned on the computer and logged into the most popular platform, 'Douyin'.

Registering account.

Nickname: Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion.

Bio: Absolute accuracy, a thousand gold for one divination. No charge if inaccurate!

Su Yun thought for a moment, rummaged through a drawer to find a sheet of A4 paper, found a marker, and wrote two lines of large characters in a flamboyant script.

[Online Fortune Telling, 1,000 per Divination]

[Refund if Inaccurate, Honest Service for All]

The handwriting could only be described as legible.

He found a roll of clear tape and stuck the paper to the wall behind him, right within the camera's field of view.

He adjusted the grainy-resolution camera and fixed his hair in front of the lens.

Though his face was a bit pale, his features were quite handsome—sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, carrying a natural air of melancholy.

"Start stream."

Su Yun clicked the "Start Live" button.

The livestream screen lit up.

The title was simple and crude: [Fortune Telling, Seeing Through Your Life.]

Since it was a new account with no follower base, the livestream was deserted, with the number of viewers showing a glaring '0'.

Su Yun wasn't in a hurry.

He got up to get a glass of plain water, sat back down, crossed his legs, and looked at the screen with a calm expression.