The first sign that Sunday had gone profoundly wrong wasn't the sound of an alarm—Leon always slept through those. It was the color. Specifically, the color blue, which was currently dominating his vision.
Leon, a perfectly unremarkable man of twenty-four, blinked groggily, expecting the harsh, blinding white of his bedroom ceiling light. Instead, he saw a shimmering, translucent window hovering three feet from his face. It was the kind of pristine, neon blue that only existed in badly rendered video game interfaces and, apparently, his bedroom now.
He didn't scream. He didn't panic. He sat bolt upright in bed, eyes wide with the glorious recognition of a thousand late-night reading binges.
"No way," he whispered, a grin stretching across his face. "It finally happened. The System!"
Leon was, by his own admission, "just above average." He had an above-average knowledge of superhero movie trivia, an above-average ability to burn toast, and an above-average collection of crumpled takeout menus. But he also had an encyclopedic knowledge of LitRPG and Webnovel tropes. He knew exactly what this meant.
"Status Window! Open!" he commanded, throwing a dramatic hand out like a wizard casting a spell.
The blue window, already open, merely shimmered in response. Leon immediately deflated. "Right. Already open. Classic first-chapter mistake."
He leaned forward, heart hammering with pure, unadulterated joy. This was it. No more being Leon, the guy who tripped over air and whose biggest achievement was unlocking a new tier in a mobile puzzle game. This was the start of his true destiny!
The window was surprisingly minimalistic. No epic health bars, no floating dungeon maps, just a clean, professional-looking interface, like a spreadsheet designed by an optimistic hacker
Name: Leon
Stats:
STR: 11
DEX: 10
CON: 10
INT: 12
WIS: 9
The section headers were a deeper, almost opaque blue against the light blue screen, making them stand out sharply.
Below the stats, in a small corner, the text was also rendered in the darker blue, an almost disappointing counter:
RSP (Random System Point) = 0
And dominating the bottom center of the screen, a single, glowing button with text in the same prominent dark blue:
[START]
"Okay, okay, let's analyze this," Leon muttered, running a hand through his perpetually messy hair. "The stats are simple. 10 is average, and I'm floating just around there. INT 12? That's my trivia knowledge doing the heavy lifting. WIS 9? Yeah, that checks out—I am dating the expiration dates on food."
He zeroed in on the numbers. The fact that the stats were all hovering around 10, instead of the expected '1' for a beginner, was a good sign. It meant he wasn't going to be completely useless from the jump. And the name, "Random System Point," coupled with the vague system description, confirmed his suspicion: this was a Weekly Random System.
"Seven days of power," he whispered, feeling a surge of anticipation mixed with mild terror. "Seven days to become an unstoppable genius, and then seven days of pure, unadulterated failure. This is going to be amazing!"
He grabbed his phone to check the date. Sunday. That meant he had until next Sunday at midnight before the System rebooted and assigned him a new theme. He had seven days to exploit his first power.
Leon took a deep breath. His palms were sweaty. This was the moment of truth. Whatever system he got now would define his entire week. It had to be something incredible. Something world-breaking.
Please, let it be the [Shadow Monarch System].
Please, let it be the [Absolute Wealth System].
Please, let it be the [Perfect Charm System] so I can finally get my landlord to fix the leak.
He reached out a trembling finger and decisively poked the [START] button.
The blue screen flashed blindingly white. A loud, celebratory jingle, sounding suspiciously like the theme song from a generic 90s cartoon, played in his head.
When the light faded, the window had transformed. In massive, glorious gold letters, the title of his first ever System appeared: