"Charity is something that needs to be built up in small ways.

　　The host's first expenditure for others has a limit of 1 person and a budget of only 1 million!"

　　The system's words were like a sharp stab to my poverty-stricken heart.

　　I took a deep breath, "If it's only 1 million, then it's 1 million."

　　Since charity had become my goal from now on, I couldn't wander around aimlessly like a headless fly.

　　Firstly, charity foundations are too far away from me.

　　I'm just a fresh university graduate with a limited budget.

　　At most, I can buy a few meals for the needy and provide individual sponsorship to a few students.

　　I can't think beyond that.

　　According to Xiaoci, calculating the philanthropy index is a complex procedure that considers the future contribution of the people I spend money on.

　　In other words, the money must be spent wisely.

　　For the first time, I can only help one person and must not randomly donate.

　　After contemplating for a long time, I decided on the first step: to create an account online.

　　Spread the net wide and find a breakthrough.

　　Xiaoci mentioned that any money used for my charitable cause can be utilized, and managing an account is no exception.

　　With the power of money, I quickly passed the verification.

　　-"Late Nights with Fish," a wish-making blogger.

　　Looking at the koi fish on the profile picture, I posted my first Weibo (microblog) update.

　　"What is everyone's recent wish? I will randomly select three wishes from the comments and fulfill them!"

　　I bought some traffic and pushed it to the local channel, waiting for exposure and comments.

　　The first comment arrived, "Late Nights with Fish??? Isn't that the fortune-telling blogger?"

　　My name is Yu Xianwan, and indeed, I am a somewhat popular fortune-telling blogger - all taught by my master.

　　Because I have no talent besides my clairvoyance, I couldn't inherit my master's profound techniques.

　　All I can do is fortune-telling, charging ten yuan per session.

　　I awkwardly replied, "Hey, it's me.

　　I've been considering a career change recently." Fortunately, my original blog still had some popularity, and this Weibo post was starting to get some comments.

　　"I can vouch for the blogger's accuracy.

　　So, I'll make a wish first.

　　I want to clear out my shopping cart.

　　Not too much to ask, right? [doge]" "I want a hairdryer from XX! It's too expensive, though orz" "I want to lose twenty kilograms! If that's not possible, ten will do!" "Blogger! I was wondering why you weren't telling fortunes today.

　　How did you end up being a wish-granting blogger...

　　so, can you calculate my love fortune?" ...

　　The notification sounds kept coming, and I quickly skimmed through the wishes of netizens.

　　The wishes of ordinary people were quite simple—having a good meal or getting a long-desired piece of clothing would solve their problems.

　　Some were obviously joking and asking for mansions and fancy cars, and others even wanted helicopters.

　　The majority were asking if I still told fortunes.

　　It was clear that no one was taking this Weibo post seriously; most were treating it as a joke.

　　Suddenly, my gaze paused on one message.

　　"Attending university (P.S.I made the wish instead of the waiter next to me.)." A local message, with the location included, was from a university campus not far away from me.

　　I scrolled through this user's previous posts and found out that she was having afternoon tea at a café near her school.

　　I sent her a direct message to inquire about the situation.

　　She seemed a bit shocked and cautious.

　　At first, she suspected me of being a scammer, but I managed to persuade her.

　　After that, she became visibly excited.

　　"I only heard it from the café's manager.

　　This little brother's name is Yu Yan.

　　He was supposed to attend South City University, but something happened in his family, and they ended up in debt.

　　Now he has to work multiple jobs every day to pay it off." The netizen was very enthusiastic.

　　"I think he's really unfortunate.

　　I've been supporting the café's business every day these past few days...

　　I just happened to come across your post and asked him if he had any wishes.

　　He said he wanted to go to university, but he probably couldn't afford it due to tuition fees and stuff..." I didn't read any further.

　　I stood up and packed my backpack.

　　"Host, where are you going?" "To do a good deed," I said, without lifting my head.

　　"Let's go see him first." My intuition has always been accurate—like spotting this one comment among numerous others.

　　At this moment, it told me to go there, and it wouldn't be wrong.

　　Ten minutes later, I stood outside the café and accurately fixed my gaze on a lean teenager.

　　The reason was simple—the aura on his head was a strong golden color.

　　Unfortunately, all that golden mist was wrapped in a mysterious dark red and black, struggling to break free but to no avail.

　　The café was about to close, and the evening sun dyed the sky blood-red.

　　This street and its surroundings were empty.

　　I furrowed my eyebrows slightly.

　　A catastrophe...

　　it seems I have to follow him tonight.

　　I didn't go inside.

　　After pondering for a moment, I stood in front of the café and contacted a few people.

　　As a fortune-telling blogger, I knew people from all walks of life to some extent, such as—the infamous local gang.

　　If you're going to help, you have to go all the way.

　　While I was contacting them urgently, Yuyan had already taken off the waiter's clothes, closed the café's door, and started walking away quickly.

　　However, after walking a few steps, several tall and strong adult men walked out of the alley next to him with malicious smiles, surrounding him.

　　"Yu Yan, we have been good enough to you...

　　How long have we been giving you a grace period for your father's debt? Every time he says to wait a few more days, tell me, how can you do something like this?"

　　"Sister Hong specifically asked for you to accompany her for a night.

　　She likes little boys like you the most.

　　As long as you make her happy, hundreds of thousands of dollars is not a small matter."

　　"...... you should know what's good for you."

　　Yu Yan had a young and handsome face, long eyelashes, fair skin, but his eyes were like a dead pool, lifeless and devoid of any brightness.

　　His mother passed away due to illness, and his father was a compulsive gambler who gambled away all the family's assets and irresponsibly disappeared.

　　From childhood to adulthood, he struggled hard for his mother's illness and his own future, until the last bit of money for his mother's treatment was squandered by his father.

　　He was on the verge of despair.

　　"How much does he owe you?" Suddenly, a girl's voice sounded.

　　Yu Yan turned his head and saw a young girl wearing a mask, smiling at him with curved eyes.

　　Behind her stood a group of bodyguards much stronger than the debt collectors beside him.

　　The bodyguards raised their electric batons and said, "Our young miss will help him repay.

　　We are civilized people, use one's mouth and not one's fist.

　　Don't be an asshole, understand?"

　　Yu Yan: "..."

　　Debt collectors: "..."