My Every Flex Steals Your Fortune
Language: en
I was born with a flare for the dramatic—an absolute need to show off. Unfortunately, the cosmic system bound to my soul is a total scam. Every time I pull off a perfect flex, my reward is invariably stolen straight from the person I just humbled. At eight, I acted like a child prodigy in front of my private tutor; the system immediately snatched his prized, out-of-print manuscript. At twelve, I played the elegant young lady in front of my friend; the system reverse-pocketed her freshly bought lavender fudge right into my coat. For over a decade, I lived in constant anxiety, picking…