Sophie Mitchell opened her eyes and had barely lifted her hand when a sweet, slightly eager voice chimed in beside her.

“Miss Goodwin, how about this set? Do you like it?”

She lazily glanced over.

A pretty girl, maybe twenty-three or twenty-four, stood in front of her in a classic white dress with a brown trench coat. A few pairs of eyes nearby were practically glued to her, waiting for her reaction.

Clearly, she was the only customer in this massive boutique.

Okay, no doubt about it—this body belonged to a spoiled heiress.

“System, is this what you meant by... experiencing the magic of mortal life?”

Sophie didn’t bother answering the salesgirl. Instead, she kicked off a conversation in her head with her new so-called partner—System 003.

Funny thing, really. Sophie wasn’t just some regular person. She was an ancient fox spirit who'd been pretending to be human in the world of cultivation for ages.

Then 003 showed up, mistook her for a regular mortal, and bound a contract with her right then and there.

Said it was gonna be amazing—she’d get to purify the hearts of a bunch of “villainous women” across thousands of mini-worlds, fix their flawed souls, and cultivate her own.

The pitch was full of sparkle and fluff.

Sophie didn’t buy a single word. But she did need some real-world experience, and 003 was clearly desperate for a capable partner. And boom—they hit it off.

Just like that, she landed here.

“Host, my full designation is: Scumbag Redemption Program, System 003.”

The voice sounded cold and robotic in her head.

“Yeah, got it, Three.”

System 003: ...

Looking at her utterly chill, not-taking-the-bait host, then glancing at the host status panel filled with question marks, a sly grin crept onto the little system’s cartoonish face.

“Whatever makes you happy, Host. I’m uploading the memory and mission details now.”

A flood of information washed over Sophie.

This world? Totally new to her. A high-tech society packed with gadgets and instant communication.

Phones that could talk across mountains, computers that did everything short of cooking, and all kinds of quick-fix gadgets.

Jessica Goodwin, her current body’s original owner, came from major money. Only child, pampered like a princess, grew up without ever having to worry about a dime.

Spoiled wasn’t even the word. She tossed cash like it was confetti and didn’t know the meaning of restraint.

And—poor thing—completely brainless and hopelessly naive.

Sophie smirked. “Well, no wonder she crashed and burned.”

Which she totally did.

Just a few months later, the Goodwins went bankrupt.

Jessica, once perched on a pedestal, got slammed to the bottom rung of society.

Thanks to her previous generosity, giving out expensive gifts without expecting anything back, most of her old-money peers didn’t bother bullying her when she fell.

But still—Jessica couldn’t take it.

Her fragile little heart wasn’t built for such a massive fall. From not blinking twice at spending thousands or millions, to struggling with a two-hundred-dollar grocery bill? Whether others could handle it or not, she definitely couldn’t.

So she spiraled.

Enter stage left: David Chan.

A guy she’d once kept around because she thought he was hot. She never laid a hand on him, but she did bankroll him—bought him stuff, had him carry bags, eat with her, keep her company, and fill a seat at mahjong nights.

Basically, a good-looking assistant.

He used the money she gave him to dig himself out of his family's debts, then, with her backing and the Goodwin name, launched a startup that took off like a rocket.

David was the type who remembered his debts.

So while Jessica called it "sugar baby life", to him, it was more of a side job—with zero strings attached.When the original Jessica hit rock bottom, David gave her some money, just to lend a hand.

He had no idea that would spell trouble.

Jessica clung to him afterward, constantly using the favor as leverage to get more money, trying to live the lavish life she once had. She kept making scenes until David was basically guilt-tripped into marrying her.

While she partied her days away, David buried himself in work.

Ten years flew by. Burdened by her endless demands, his company went bankrupt. He tried divorcing her more than once.

But by then, she had lost her looks, cut ties with her parents, and didn’t even have basic survival skills.

How could she possibly let go of her one and only goldmine?

David, barely in his forties, worked himself to death.

The year after, Jessica, buried in debt, took her own life.

"Host, your primary target this time is David, secondary target is the parents. The original wished for them all to live rich lives… and to be with David."

"Wow, talk about high maintenance."

Sophie lazily responded, "Where’s my welcome gift, then?"

"None."

System 003 giggled again. "But the system accidentally overlooked your true identity and forced you to be bound with me—"

Forced?

She’d totally signed up for it.

Sophie raised a brow. "And so…?"

"I can file a complaint to the main system for you—might get you some compensation."

"You’re trying to scam the main system?"

"Don’t make it sound shady. I’m helping you claim your rights."

003 tried to act all righteous. "Host, you and I are on the same team. The main system’s loaded—you’d be a fool not to grab what you can!"

Sophie shot a look at the small white blob in the system space. From that fuzzy white sphere, she somehow picked up major rebel vibes.

Yeah, old and seasoned systems are all sneaky devils.

Sophie said, "I’m in. Let’s sue."

003 replied, "Let me handle the main system."

They exchanged glances—two matching pairs of mischievous eyes.

Soon, 003 took Sophie’s emotional and heartfelt complaint and went off to find the main system.

Only then did Sophie nod with satisfaction. "Keep this outfit."

"This one, too."

"Not this one… swap it out. That black bag, I want it. And those shoes—yes, keep those..."

She lounged in the chair, resting her chin in one hand, looking rather pleased as models walked past. One of the sales assistants marked things off on a long shopping list nonstop.

When the receipt was printed, it was basically a scroll.

Sophie tapped her chin, then dialed a number.

"Miss Goodwin?"

A warm and clear male voice came from the other end.

"Come to PLA on the third floor, Sector A, East Source Plaza."

There was a hint of command in her words, but her soft tone made it sound almost like she was charming him.

The man on the other side clearly expected this kind of spontaneous order. He calmly answered, "Okay."

As he hung up, David rubbed his temples.

Guess the rest of his afternoon just got hijacked.

"Zhang, handle the negotiation. I’ve got something else."

He waved over his assistant, gave a quick briefing, and rushed out toward the mall.

He had to get there fast.

Otherwise, who knew what kind of mess that spoiled little princess might cause next?

Over half an hour later, he arrived at the mall.

His car, barely worth ten grand, looked downright sad parked next to the shiny hundred-thousand-dollar rides around it.

Not that David cared.

He’d bought this car with his own earnings—he was fine with it. Those luxury cars?

It’s not like he couldn’t afford one someday.

"You’re seriously just getting here now?"

As soon as he appeared at PLA’s entrance, the young lady on the couch didn’t even wait for him to sit down before complaining.