Job Chart

"Tomorrow at 8 AM, don't be late!"

Qi Hao flashed his white teeth, gave a thumbs-up, and watched Fang Qingyu board the bus.

"See you tomorrow."

Fang Qingyu waved, got on, and habitually glanced around the passengers before finding a seat. He leaned against the window to rest.

He only found out today.

Titles could actually be red.

He murmured to himself.

"Job Chart."

A whisper sounded in his ears, drowning out the chaotic noise of the bus.

All phenomena collapse within the tracks of fate; only those who glimpse the patterns can reforge the star chain.

When you dissect the cocoon of others' professions, every future becomes an editable character.

Job Chart is opening.

Then a mist-like iris veiled his retinas. Countless shimmering white points precipitated from the void, and streams of light collapsed three inches from the tip of his nose into a bronze book.

He opened the cover to the preface page.

Lines of luminous text leaped onto the paper.

Job Chart

Name: Fang Qingyu

Age: 18

Job: Security Guard, Fitness Enthusiast

Strength: 7.7

Speed: 8.1

Physique: 7.8

Will: 10.7

Skill Points: 0

Attribute Points: 0

This book was essentially the golden finger Fang Qingyu had brought with him through his transmigration.

But it only appeared a few days ago—the root cause of his earlier headaches and terrible memory.

Its use was simple. If described in one sentence:

Learn a hundred arts, temper one path.

For now, though, only two jobs were unlocked. The road ahead was still long.

The bus drove for half an hour under the twilight veiled by dark clouds.

Until it plunged into the night.

The broadcast sounded.

"Huai'en Road has arrived. Passengers alighting here, please—"

Fang Qingyu gathered his things and got off.

He walked toward the Night Beguiler Bar not far away.

With only a high school diploma, decent jobs were hard to come by.

Fortunately, with a fairly handsome face and a height of 1.8 meters, he'd landed a relatively stable night-shift security job.

Sometimes it got busy, and he had to act as a waiter too.

But at 60 yuan an hour, a full day brought in 420.

That put him squarely in the high-income bracket for his age.

He entered through the back door, and the deafening music immediately blasted into his ears.

"Qingzi's here!!!"

"You're on B2 Zone today, get straight to work—it's packed!!!"

Someone seemed to have been waiting nearby. The moment Fang Qingyu stepped in, an arm hooked around his shoulder, shouting into his ear.

"Got it!!!"

Fang Qingyu replied, took the radio handed to him, put it on with practiced ease, and walked straight to B2 Zone.

He clasped his hands behind his back, his eyes habitually sweeping over the crowd writhing under the lights.

Unlike before.

Now, working security every day, Fang Qingyu's motivation was maxed out.

The reason was naturally the book reduced and placed in the upper left corner of his vision.

The Genealogy Chart now opened to its preface page.

Recorded there were Fang Qingyu's only two current Job Panels.

Job: Security Guard Lv.1 (21/100)

Job Basic Skill: Vigilance Lv.1 (55/100)

Below, lines of text kept refreshing like a barrage of comments.

Your Job Basic Skill "Vigilance" experience +1

Your Job "Security Guard" experience +1

In one night, skill experience could increase by about a dozen points, job experience by four or five.

Time ticked by.

Soon it reached midnight.

This was the hour when people in the nightclub went wildest, alcohol just hitting their heads, fully unleashing their inner desires.

Fang Qingyu was maintaining the usual distance between the crowd and the DJ.

Suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and the Vigilance Lv.1 skill icon on his retina began flashing at high frequency.

Faintly, he could even hear the sound of glass shattering piercing through the drumbeats.

He snapped his head toward the booth in the southeast corner.

Though the crowd blocked his view, he could sense the conflict in that direction.

"B2 zone needs backup."

Fang Qingyu pressed his radio earpiece and growled, his leg muscles instantly tensing.

The crowd on the dance floor parted like the Red Sea before Moses, his black shirt turning into a streak of shadow as he wove through writhing Limbs.

Breaking through the crowd, the Man in Suit at booth three was splashing whiskey at his companion, amber liquid spilling across the black marble table.

"You fucking touching my girl?"

Veins bulged on his neck, clearly on the verge of losing his temper.

The tattooed man wiped his face and was about to speak.

Fang Qingyu glanced at both their titles, found they were ordinary people, and promptly stepped between them, rubber baton in hand.

"Gentlemen, sorry, but fighting is not allowed in the bar."

As he spoke, he kept an eye on their movements.

Work was work.

No need to risk his life over it.

But both men seemed to completely ignore Fang Qingyu's presence.

The tattooed man grinned savagely, stood up, grabbed a nearby bottle, shoved Fang Qingyu aside with one hand, and swung it toward the Man in Suit.

True to form—few words, plenty of action.

"Xiao Hua, getting bold lately, huh? Daring to cause trouble in my place?"

The music had stopped at some point.

In the dim lighting, another group approached, dressed just like Fang Qingyu—black shirts, dress pants, radios clipped to their belts.

"Brother Jiao..."

The tattooed man seemed to sober up under the gaze of so many patrons, and as soon as he saw the leader, he immediately lowered the bottle.

As for the Man in Suit, he was quietly backing away, nearly blending into the crowd of onlookers.

"Slap."

But Fang Qingyu suddenly grabbed his wrist, a smile on his face.

The situation was clear now.

Security head Brother Jiao was clearly someone these two troublemakers couldn't afford to mess with.

"Don't stop the music! Keep the party going!!"

"All drinks tonight—10% off!!"

Brother Jiao saw Fang Qingyu had caught the Man in Suit in the distance, didn't hesitate, turned, grabbed a microphone, and roared with his head raised.

The DJ on the platform immediately hit the button.

Music and lights synced up again.

Two minutes later.

The tattooed man and the Man in Suit were taken away by other security guards.

Brother Jiao pulled Fang Qingyu to sit at the empty booth three.

"Do you know why this bar of ours has been packed every single night for eight years?"

"Safety?"

Thinking back to the terror on those two guys just now, Fang Qingyu figured that was the only answer.

"Right."

"It's fucking safety!"

"You caught it in time this time, and you didn't let them throw down—you kept our bar's reputation intact. This cash is a bonus. You're off early tonight."

Brother Jiao took a hard drag of his cigarette, grabbed a stack of bills from someone's wallet nearby without even counting, and handed it straight over.

"Thanks, Brother Jiao."

Fang Qingyu didn't refuse.

When reputation was on the line, as the one who'd earned the credit, only by accepting the reward would the other security guards be more motivated to keep order in the bar.

And honestly, it was only because Fang Qingyu had shouted in time.

Otherwise, those two would definitely have gone at it.

He handed over the radio.

Fang Qingyu said goodbye to the colleague guarding the back door and stepped out through it.

The Night Wind brushed past him lightly, calming his nerves a little.

It wasn't lingering fear.

It was excitement.

After unlocking the Security Guard job.

The Alertness skill—he'd thought it was just a normal person's level of vigilance.

He never expected it worked like this.

Like a passive ability.

Usually, you don't feel a thing.

But the moment a conflict brews nearby, you're instantly on high alert.

Even in everyday life, it was a damn useful skill.

And today, there was that unexpected windfall.

Fang Qingyu stood by the roadside. The back door area was empty. He pulled out all the cash Brother Jiao had given him and counted it.

2300.

Just in time—he'd been broke after paying tuition today.

This money was a lifesaver.

So Fang Qingyu grandly scanned a Little Yellow Bike and pedaled home.

Riding in the night breeze.

He opened the Job Chart.

Your job "Security Guard" experience +11

Your job's Basic Skill "Alertness" experience +43

The bike screeched to a halt.

"That much?"

Fang Qingyu frowned slightly, muttering to himself.

Looked like there were other ways to gain job experience.

Back home.

It was already one in the morning.

But Fang Qingyu wasn't the least bit sleepy.

Usually, he got off work at three in the morning, got home close to four, took a shower, and didn't hit the sack until dawn.

Thinking back to the middle-aged man he'd seen at the martial arts school today.

Fang Qingyu pulled out his phone and searched for workout videos.

He started following along with bodyweight exercises.

To practice martial arts, physique was definitely a key factor.

Work out for an hour, then sleep.

Building a foundation doesn't care about timing.

Only about now.

The Job Chart automatically flipped to the back of the first page.

Your job "Fitness Enthusiast" experience +1

Your job's Basic Skill "Push-ups" experience +2

Your job's Basic Skill "Pull-ups" experience +2

Your job's Basic Skill "Squats" experience +2