"Ding! Ultimate Alpha Male System initializing…"
In a small apartment on the outskirts of East Sea City, David Anderson slumped on the couch, completely defeated after his twentieth failed blind date. Suddenly, a soft female voice echoed in his mind, leaving him stunned.
The next second, a vibrant blue progress bar appeared before his eyes, rapidly loading.
No way—this was real? A system?!
David instantly perked up. Just like in those webnovels, he was getting a system?!
"What kind of system are you?" he asked.
"The Ultimate Alpha Male System!"
David blinked. "Wait, what does that even mean?"
"This is the Ultimate Alpha Male System. It lets you hear women's thoughts. Before each mission, you'll receive whatever power is needed to help the woman in need. If you complete the mission, the temporary ability can be made permanent and… there's even a bonus spin for a prize! All to help you become the dream guy for every woman out there!"
"Seriously? That OP?!"
"This system doesn't do weak."
David bounced up, barely able to contain his excitement. "So… no matter what they want, I can get it? Like, say… eighteen centimeters?"
"If she wants it, you got it. Temporary, unless mission completion hits 100%. Also, you're kind of gross."
David burst out laughing like a man who'd just won the lottery.
"Ding—Incoming mission…"
Wait, that fast?
A virtual screen popped up showing the details.
"Urgent: Seeking male lead model for Spring Fashion Show. Must be 190cm, experienced, extremely good looking. Time & place as shown…"
"Accept this mission?"
David scratched his head in distress. "System, have you seen me? I don't have what it takes! Height, looks, presence—none of it. I'd disappear in a crowd! And now I'm supposed to be on the runway?!"
"Accept, and I'll rebuild you to match the exact requirements."
He took a deep breath and nodded. "Let's go!"
"Task accepted. Beginning transformation…"
Before him appeared a small glass of shimmering liquid, swirling with colors like the northern lights and releasing a sweet scent.
"Well, no turning back."
David downed it in one gulp. The cool liquid slid down his throat—then pain struck like a lightning bolt. His entire body tensed, a burning ache spreading, and before he could cry out, he passed out cold.
When he finally came to, a voice rang out again.
"Host, please step to the mirror to view your new form."
Heart pounding, David stumbled over. What he saw hit him like a truck.
Gone were the dark circles, acne, and scruffy stubble.
Now, he had clear, glowing skin, deep eyes, sharp brows, and ultra-styled bangs that hung just right. This guy in the mirror? Certified heartthrob.
He unbuttoned his shirt—and froze.
Abs for days. That classic inverted V shape. Solid pecs. Every muscle was sculpted to perfection.
He couldn't resist touching the sharp V-line near his waist. It tickled. He grinned like a fool.
This was unreal.He was now nearly 190cm tall—his pants legs got stuck halfway up his calves, showing off a pair of long, straight legs.
"My own mom might not even recognize me anymore," David muttered, running his fingers across his face.
All those failed blind dates had crushed his self-esteem—mainly because of his average looks. But now? Talk about a glow-up.
"To be a proper lead model, looks alone aren't enough," the system said sternly. "Initiating inner upgrade!"
"Ding! Downloading: Twenty Years of Global Fashion Trend Analyses…"
"Ding! Installing: The Modern Male Model's Code…"
"Ding! Uploading: Elite Catwalk Stance and Posing Database…"
An overwhelming stream of knowledge surged into his mind. It didn't just feel like he was learning; it felt like he was born with it.
David struck a sharp model turn in front of the mirror. A subtle smile crept onto his lips. Damn, he really did look like a cover star.
"Let's roll," he snapped his fingers.
…
At that moment, outside the changing room of Exhibition Hall One in East Sea Conference Center—
"I must've lost my mind! Why would I believe such a trashy text?!"
Sophia Bennett, tall and elegant in her off-shoulder floor-length gown, looked like she wanted to dig a hole and disappear.
Her spring collection show was about to start, yet the international male lead model she'd paid a fortune for was stuck in another city, blaming the weather. No way he could make it in time.
Panicking, she'd received a random text: "Top-tier Dream Guy—Need a man? We fix it all…" In desperation, she'd sent over the specs of her ideal model.
And now? She just wanted to slap herself. What the hell had she been thinking?
"Wow Sophia, you look stunning today! We're dying to see your show!"
A few glamorous women walked up giggling—it was her girl squad, here to cheer her on.
"But without a lead model, it's already game over, right?" a heavily made-up woman swayed over with a sarcastic tone.
Everyone froze. Sophia's smile dropped.
"Wait, for real?"
"Sophia, what's going on?"
Sophia's eyes widened like saucers. She locked eyes with the smug woman. "Chloe Carter, was this your doing?"
Chloe just smirked. "So what if it was? Let's see how you pull off a show with no lead to carry it."
Sophia's friends looked like they'd just witnessed a slap in slow motion. No one expected Chloe to stoop this low.
"You—" Sophia clenched her fists, whole body shaking.
"We could just grab one of the male models on standby…" one friend suggested, unsure.
"Come on, this is the headline series. Not just anyone can pull it off," another friend sighed.
Sophia's designs leaned heavily toward European silhouettes and bold colors—that's why she booked the international model in the first place. If any of the backstage guys were even close to fitting the look, she wouldn't be panicking like this.
She glared at Chloe, practically trembling with the urge to lunge at her.
Then, her phone rang.
"Is this Miss Sophia?"
The second she heard the voice, a shiver ran down Sophia's spine. Holy crap… this voice. It was pure velvet.
