Chapter Three: An Overwhelming Amount of Information

After the words “Find Buyer,” there was a magnifying glass icon, and Qin Jing instinctively wanted to click on it.

In the next moment, the mirror’s surface flickered, and as if guided by his will, three short dynamic videos appeared side by side.

The first showed an ordinary but attractive woman browsing the internet at her computer, the page locked on the Chanel JD flagship store. The very bag Qin Jing was holding was displayed on her screen.

“Oh, when will I ever save enough to buy a Chanel?” the woman in the video murmured with longing…

With that, the video ended, and a set of data followed:

Fang Yuan, primary purchase goal: Chanel clutch, psychological price: 55,000 yuan (installments with interest). Client rating: poor. Contact info: 1g.

The second video featured a woman in a black silk Chanel dress—“beautiful,” though her round cheeks, arms, thick legs, and figure made her more reminiscent of a plush doll. She was waving her hand in a Chanel boutique: “Is this the latest? I’ll take it…”

The video ended, data appeared:

Hu Chaoge, primary purchase goal: Chanel clutch (the style used by Chen Hua), psychological price: 50,000–100,000 yuan, full payment upfront, client rating: good. Phone and location info: 10g.

“Ahem, so it’s her.”

Qin Jing recognized the second client—Hu Chaoyang’s sister, another second-generation socialite, who fancied herself a “rich, beautiful heiress.” She had little to do with Qin Jing, but was Chen Hua’s nemesis—the two often bickered. If Hu Chaoge ever learned that Chen Hua had to sell her Chanel out of need, she might very well pay a staggering price of 100,000 yuan just to buy it.

But there was still a third option.

Qin Jing turned to the third short video, his curiosity piqued. As a man, his pride would not let him sell to Hu Chaoge for a bit of money if there were other options.

Yet, to his surprise, the third video was utterly blank—a field of white. After about three seconds, the screen shifted abruptly, displaying a line of text:

Witch Jessica, primary purchase goal: all Chanel luxury goods, psychological price: unknown, client rating: exceptional.

But that wasn’t all. As the words faded, the mirror’s image shifted again. Suddenly, a dazzling light burst forth from the mirror, and Qin Jing saw, with perfect clarity, a slender arm as white as snow reaching out from the glass…

He gasped, stunned, his mind frozen by what he saw.

A long, elegant arm, a full, delicate chest, flawless features, and a flowing robe of deep emerald silk—before his eyes materialized a figure straight out of a fantasy film.

To be precise, she resembled a sorceress from an online game. Qin Jing’s first thought was: what an exquisite cosplay.

But he knew it wasn’t cosplay—she was real! Her attire was revealing enough that, as Qin Jing cast his eyes downward, he could plainly see the wine-red gem set into her flat, alabaster stomach.

In her hand, she held a wand at least two meters long, topped with a gemstone the size of a baby’s head.

With her appearance, a faint script appeared on the magic mirror behind her:

“First time using the Master-level Sell Skill—free summoning of the most suitable buyer for you.”

Qin Jing felt at a loss for words. He’d never expected the GDP system’s style to shift so drastically. Wasn’t this supposed to be a simple trade plug-in? He’d only been using it like an encyclopedia, and now it had summoned such a… fairy!

He kept his eyes lowered, not daring to look directly, for fear he’d fall captive to her beauty. This woman was simply too alluring; the moment she appeared, his heart raced uncontrollably. Such beauty had no place on earth.

No woman, celebrity or otherwise, could possess such flawless, delicate skin, such unearthly fairness, or a face at once otherworldly and strikingly mixed in heritage. Her entire being radiated an irresistible charm, like a legendary succubus.

Qin Jing suspected that merely standing in her presence, let alone looking at her, might cost him his very soul.

“Oh? This is Earth?”

Her first words, spoken to herself, left Qin Jing utterly bewildered. What was going on? Did this witch know about Earth?

“Are you a summoner? I didn’t expect a master-class summoner to appear on Earth. Greetings, I am Jessica Theo, a witch from the mythic world.”

At this, Qin Jing’s thoughts whirled. Jessica must be some high-level existence from a super-dimensional world—she even knew of Earth. But why didn’t she see he was an ordinary person? And why did she speak so gently? Didn’t legendary beings regard mortals as mere ants?

Qin Jing’s strength was his ability to face life’s hardships head-on. No matter how tough things got, he always reminded himself that life was what it was, not subject to mere willpower. So no matter how hard the challenge, he would grit his teeth and endure.

Now, summoning his courage, he raised his head—only to find that, though she was still breathtakingly beautiful, the overwhelming aura of temptation had vanished.

He realized it was because a translucent membrane now surrounded her, as though isolating her from the world.

Was this the work of the GDP system?

At that moment, Jessica’s gaze shifted to the Chanel purse in his hand. Her eyes sparkled as she pointed, asking, “Is that a limited edition Chanel bag?”

Qin Jing wasn’t sure if he’d heard wrong, but her voice was laced with a jumble of emotions—surprise, longing, anticipation, caution, even fear.

Surprise and longing he could understand, but caution and fear? Was she afraid of him? No, she was wary of that isolating membrane—she feared the GDP system itself!

Realizing this, Qin Jing relaxed a little, holding up the bag with a smile. “It’s just a luxury item. Surely your world has no shortage of such things?”

Jessica’s eyes flickered. “Well, not quite enough. Do you have many of these? Could you give me one?”

With the mention of a deal, Qin Jing perked up instantly.

“Give? Ha!”

Jessica bit her rosy lower lip. “I know that trading across parallel dimensions can trigger great disturbances, but I truly long for luxury goods from Earth’s pre-spiritual-revival era. Please, name your price.”

Qin Jing was stunned. The amount of information in that one statement was staggering.