DING!Congratulations, Host! You have obtained:
— Talent Skill: "Driving God" Lv.2 Bronze— Substitution Doll ×1— Cleansing Pills ×2— Money Laundering Cards ×5— Pet Egg ×1— Special Talents: "Enhanced Perception," "Photographic Memory"— Early Warning Cards ×5— Base Skills: "Diving" Lv.2 Advanced, "Forensics" Lv.2 Advanced, "Parkour" Lv.2 Advanced
Lian stared at the draw results, eyes wide.
The Substitution Doll?!
He hadn't expected to pull something this rare!
With that doll, he now had a second life—a get-out-of-death-free card.
In a country as chaotic as the U.S., one bullet wasn't the only thing to fear. Lian had Bulletproof Cards for that.
But explosives?
Hell, those were disturbingly easy to come by in America.
TNT, C4, blasting caps—grab 'em off the black market.Too poor for that? No problem.
If you had decent chemistry knowledge, some fertilizer and household cleaners were all you needed to make a boom.
This wasn't like back home in China. There, if you ordered sulfur online in March, and a timer in June, the public security bureau would be at your door before autumn.
The Substitution Doll wasn't just a trump card—it was a miracle.
And that wasn't the only jackpot.
The "Driving God" talent was a comprehensive driving enhancement—not just cars, but planes, boats, trains. Anything with an engine? Lian could master it.
The Cleansing Pills could cure any disease—yes, any. From HIV to T-virus infections. Literally plot armor in pill form.
The Money Laundering Cards were priceless. Each one could cleanse up to $50 million, making $250 million of his ill-gotten gains sparkling clean.
No middlemen. No IRS seizure. Not even a whisper of suspicion.
Just 2.5 billion crisp, legal, untouchable dollars.
As for the Pet Egg—just drip an animal's blood on it, and it would hatch into a loyal, intelligent companion of that species.
Then there were the special talents:
Enhanced Perception: Superhuman vision and hearing. Microscopic detail up close. Eagle-sharp at a distance. And ears tuned beyond human frequency.
Photographic Memory: Perfect recall. Nothing ever forgotten.
Lian immediately accepted all new skills and talents.
The five Money Laundering Cards? Used on the spot.
He wanted people to know he was rich.
Driving flashy cars, living large—without triggering questions.
After all, it's not like he could walk around telling people, "Yeah, I date Taylor Swift and Elizabeth Olsen."
(Note: Laundered money is legalized through various official and plausible channels—lottery wins, stock investments, auction flips, etc. Full paper trail provided.)
He had 11 Skill Upgrade Cards, but kept one in reserve just in case. The rest?
Time to level up the core set.
Now that he had the "Driving God" talent, his base Driving skill had vanished—folded into the new ability.
Meanwhile:
Sniping → Lv.4 Master
Computer → Lv.4 Master
Cooking, Forensics, Diving, Parkour → Lv.3 Expert
Theft → Lv.2 Advanced
His stat sheet had never looked so glorious.
✦ SYSTEM PANEL ✦
— System: Light of Justice – Supercop System— Host: Lian Li (Li An)— Human Peak Benchmark: 20
Strength: 15Agility: 15Constitution: 16Spirit: 15
Base Skills
Sniping (Lv.4 Master)Computers (Lv.4 Master)Cooking (Lv.3 Expert)Chinese (Lv.3 Expert)Swimming, Forensics, Stealth, Diving, Parkour, Tracking, Disguise, French (Lv.3 Expert)English, Lockpicking, Intel Analysis, Medicine, Chemistry, Toxins, First Aid, Assassination, Makeup, Theft (Lv.2 Advanced)
Talent Skills
Gun-Fu (Lv.2 Bronze)Body of Steel (Lv.2 Bronze)Driving God (Lv.2 Bronze)
Special Talents
Enhanced PerceptionPhotographic Memory
Special Items
Shadow Clone CardInfinite Desert EagleSubstitution Doll ×1Pet Egg ×1Cleansing Pills ×2
Other
Inventory Space: 64 cubic metersTracker Card ×9Bulletproof Card ×2Skill Upgrade Card ×1Detection Card ×9Firearm Upgrade Card ×7Cloaking Card ×9Wiretap Card ×5Early Warning Card ×5
Justice Points: 800
(1,000 JP per draw)
The fancier the panel, the stronger the cop.
But all this power came at a cost.
With so many skills downloaded into his brain at once, Lian felt like his head was weighed down with steel.
If his Spirit stat wasn't already sitting at 15, he might've passed out on the floor.
Instead, he stayed grounded—and practical.
He sent a message to Taylor and Olsen, letting them know he wouldn't be coming home tonight.
Instead, he stayed holed up in Rose Garden Apartments—acclimating to his newly enhanced body.
Breaking furniture was no big deal.
Crashing a supercar during a test run? Not ideal, but tolerable.
But accidentally breaking Taylor or Olsen?
Now that would haunt him forever.
So he spent two full days indoors.
Only when he was fully synced with his upgraded body did he return to Bel-Air.
And that night...
Taylor and Olsen were once again thoroughly conquered.
Even more so than before.
Their skin now glowed with youthful brilliance. Their voices trembled with energy. It was as if they were aging in reverse.
Men were the true elixir of youth.
Even if it felt like dying every night—they loved it.
After all, who wouldn't want to wake up more radiant than the day before?
Before anyone knew it, Lian's seven-day administrative leave came to an end.
He returned to the precinct, expecting the usual chaos.
What he got?
A promotion.
Lian was officially approved for early confirmation.
Not even a month into his probation, and he was already getting fast-tracked.
A new record for the LAPD.
But given his performance?
No one dared object.
Even Parker Center's five old dogs didn't want to lose him.
Not to the FBI. Not to the DEA.
Not even to Homeland Security or the goddamn CIA—who had already started sniffing around.
So the command was unanimous:
Make it official.
Lian Li is now full-time.