As soon as the clock struck midnight, Shang Yechu collapsed in the bookstore as if all her bones had been removed.
Fortunately, no one was in the bookstore at the time, otherwise I probably would have called 120 on the spot.
My body feels sore and weak, my limbs are tired, I feel dizzy and my vision is blurry, and even my gums are oozing acid.
Every gift from fate comes with a hidden price. Shang Yechu had the system forcibly "gift" her seventy points of martial arts power. Now, it's time for her to repay her debt.
“Because your combat strength fluctuates greatly, it is difficult to obtain an accurate value,” 103 announced coldly. “Therefore, the initial combat strength value is based on the average human value, which is the midpoint between 10 and 40 points, 25 points.”
Shang Yechu wrapped herself in a thick electric blanket and quilt. Hearing this, she opened her mouth with difficulty, wanting to say thank you. But only a faint sound came out.
"Therefore, within 31 days, you will need to repay 1.5 times your body weight, which is 67.5 kilograms, or 135 jin, corresponding to 45 points of strength."
“On average, you’ll lose 4.5 pounds of your own weight every day,” said 103. “Start counting now.”
Shang Yechu shook her head, then nodded haphazardly, and asked 103 in her mind, "How long will this state last?"
"Three days. The first day is the most severe, and the symptoms will gradually lessen."
"That's good...that's good." Shang Yechu murmured, "I'll...sleep for a while. Huff...huff."
The following month was the darkest month for Shang Yechu since her rebirth.
Eating, drinking, eating and drinking endlessly.
Shang Yechu's body was like an engine running at full power, constantly crushing food, mixing in water, exchanging it, and disappearing—resting for a few minutes before eating and drinking again.
Shang Yechu felt like her stomach was a snakeskin bag, endlessly filling and then quickly emptying. She no longer cared whether what she was stuffing into her mouth was food or garbage; they were all destined to disappear anyway.
This was a painful form of torture. But Shang Yechu had no regrets.
Compared to what she gained, this price was negligible. No one can get what they want without paying a price. Even if she had to eat like this for the rest of her life, Shang Yechu would do it without hesitation, let alone for just one month.
To paraphrase a famous line from a certain TV series, time is like a wild donkey; once it starts running, it never stops.
A week later, Shang Yechu finished filming her dance scenes. Now that she had martial arts skills as a foundation, her dance moves gained a powerful beauty, making them more fluid and captivating.
Not long after the dance scenes were filmed, the movie "Tianji Tower" wrapped up filming.
A few days later, Shang Yechu's debts were also settled.
“Congratulations, host,” 103 said coldly, “thanks to your reckless eating habits, you have already paid off the weight you owe the system five days ahead of schedule.”
After hearing 103 finish announcing this, Shang Yechu finally felt relieved and fell back into bed.
To avoid being turned into a dried-up corpse, Shang Yechu lived a dark and miserable month. She almost ate herself to the point of stomach bleeding, but finally managed to pay off her debts by eating and eating her fill.
This way of eating has made Shang Yechu feel nauseous at the sight of food, and she doesn't know when this symptom will get better. However, having eliminated the potential danger, Shang Yechu still feels it was all worth it.
Shang Yechu shrank back into the quilt and calculated the approximate broadcast time of "Tianji Tower" based on her experience from her previous life.
The filming of "Tianji Tower" took about a month and a half. Post-production for martial arts films is more complicated, and it will take about another month.
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