Don't Lie to Your Therapist—She Already Knows Your Fate Chapter 39: The System That Cajoles Its Host into Grinding

"To cure a sickness of the mind, you need dicine for the mind. In your case, Uncle Zhang, we need to conduct a form of deep hypnosis. You need to et your father in your subconscious and speak with him directly. This kind of hypnosis requires a special dium, which you’ll have to purchase."

"How much?"

"One thousand yuan."

"Done. I’ve sent the money."

After Uncle Zhang sent the money, he watched as Wen Ying pulled a thick stack of Yellow Paper from a drawer beside her chair—the kind used specifically for tomb-sweeping and ancestral offerings.

The corner of Uncle Zhang’s mouth twitched. ’If the dium for this "hypnosis" is Yellow Paper,’ he thought, ’then I think I get the gist of it.’ He’d burn the paper, offer so incense to his father, and then—presto—he’d dream of him...

’The field of psychology is truly vast and profound,’ he mused sarcastically.

"So, when do we start?" Uncle Zhang asked, figuring Wen Ying would be handling the procedure while he just acted as a tool.

Wen Ying simply pushed the stack of Yellow Paper across the desk to Uncle Zhang. "This is your prescription. Go ho, burn it as an offering to your father, and you’ll be able to speak with him tonight when you sleep."

"Ah, Little Ying, here’s the thing... my father keeps beating up in my dreams. I can hear him when he speaks, but for so reason, I can’t seem to say a word myself."

"Don’t worry, Uncle Zhang. Just follow my prescription, and you’ll be cured."

"..."

Uncle Zhang felt that if he listened to her any longer, he might actually be the one to develop a psychological disorder. Even if her words were completely unreliable, her results had been surprisingly solid so far.

As Uncle Zhang left with the Yellow Paper, it finally dawned on Wen Ying that she had actually been asleep for two whole days.

Her mind felt exceptionally clear, and more importantly, all the Spiritual Energy she had used up was completely restored!

’Could sleeping also be a way to cultivate Spiritual Energy?’

"System, how much reputation value do I have now?"

[Reputation Value: 188,543] The System’s voice sounded sowhat resentful, clearly tinged with human emotion.

"That much? Let’s do a lottery draw."

[One thousand reputation value deducted. Lottery beginning... 10... 9... 8... 1. Congratulations, you have won: Truth Talisman x1]

[Does the Host wish to draw again?]

"System, can you at least give the feeling of participating? I want a big prize wheel! A manual one I can spin myself!"

[Host, please be assured. This system handles every one of the Host’s reasonable requests with absolute fairness and impartiality. There is no possibility of illicit self-enrichnt!]

"I want to spin it myself."

[Ten thousand reputation value deducted. Generating manual prize wheel.]

"Ten thousand reputation value?"

Wen Ying had to physically restrain herself from cursing.

A glittering, golden prize wheel materialized in front of Wen Ying, which made her feel slightly better. ’I must be a premium pay-to-win user, right?’ she thought. ’Just look at this thing—it’s gold-plated!’

The wheel had a hundred slots in total, but the prizes weren’t all visible. Wen Ying could only make out ten of them.

[The Host must work hard to increase her reputation value and upgrade the System in order to see all the prizes on the wheel.]

"The system needs an upgrade? How much reputation value does that cost?"

[The Host’s current system is rely the initial version. Upgrading to the next level requires 300,000 reputation value. The number of visible prizes on the wheel will increase to twenty. In addition, the Host will unlock a new Skill.]

"What kind of Skill?"

[The Host will find out after the System is upgraded.]

[There’s a term in your civilization that this System is very fond of: "the grind." This System hopes the Host is ready to start grinding! The benefits you’ll experience after the upgrade are an incredible value for the price! Keep it up, Host! LET’S GOOOO!]

Wen Ying, "..."

She suspected that if this System had a job at a company, it would be in an entry-level sales position, and it had the dog-eat-dog corporate culture down perfectly.