"Name: Elizabeth Sharp

Age: 20

Weight: 110kg

due to medication | pathological obesity

Height: 155cm

IQ: 78

due to medication | borderline deficiency

Beauty Score: -30

...

..."

Elizabeth stared dumbfounded at the panel that just popped up out of nowhere, unable to wrap her head around what was happening.

She weighed over 200 pounds, built like a barrel. Her skin was dull, greasy and riddled with zits and strange bumps. Her hair was limp and oily, sticking to her scalp, and her neck rolls jiggled every time she breathed.

"I'm System 103, officially the 'Weight Exchange System.' With it, you can trade your body weight for IQ, beauty, height, even your lifespan. If it’s something about you, I can swap it for you," the voice introduced itself without missing a beat.

Then it prompted her, “Host, time to make an exchange.”

Staring at those numbers like she was in a trance, it took Elizabeth a while to realize—wait a minute, did she just hit the cosmic jackpot?

"So I really was borderline low IQ? No wonder the director always yelled at me for being dumb..." she mumbled to herself.

System 103 cut her off, annoyed: “You’ve been reborn, there’s no director here anymore. Stop dawdling and start exchanging.”

Just as she was about to say something else—

“You dumb cow! What are you spacing out for now?!”

The sudden screech yanked her back to reality. Before her brain could catch up, her body had already scrambled upright.

“Mom!” Elizabeth shot out of the room, practically tumbling into the living room, panting hard, “Mom—”

*Smack!*

Her broad face took a solid slap. Margaret Grant looked at her with sheer disgust, even wiping her hand on her clothes like touching her left a stain.

Her face stung, hot and loud, but Elizabeth just stood there in a daze, staring at her younger-looking mom. “Mom, what’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong? Are you serious?” Margaret yelled, voice rising, “Are you brain-dead? I told you to watch the soup and now the pot’s on fire! And where were you?”

It was only now that Elizabeth caught a faint smell of something burnt… but she had no memory of being told anything about soup.

Seeing her clueless expression fired Margaret up even more. She landed another slap. “Useless! Is there anything you’re actually good at?”

Elizabeth’s burning cheeks only added to the confusion spinning in her head. Where was this place? Why did her mom look so young? And why did this apartment look so small and rundown?

Margaret shouted, furious, “I told you half an hour ago! You can’t remember anything for even thirty minutes? No wonder you barely scraped any points on your college entrance exams. Haven’t you embarrassed us enough?”

College exams? Wait… hadn’t she already taken those years ago?

Margaret shoved her hard. “Get lost! Don’t stand here ticking me off! One daughter scores over six hundred, the other barely breaks a hundred. You think that’s not embarrassing enough for me to hide in a hole?”

Elizabeth barely budged from the push—she was way too solid—but that only made Margaret seethe harder.

"Get out! And don’t you dare come back! If I see you walking through that door again, I’ll break your legs myself!"

Then the stench hit—her own nasty, sour body odor—and Margaret gagged, too disgusted to care about anything else.“What’s wrong with you? Not only are you dumb and slow, but also filthy and smelly! Can’t even take a shower? Are you a pig?”

Reflexively, Elizabeth Sharp mumbled, “I… I wanted to, but James has been soaking in the tub forever. And after him, Catherine and Isabella wanted a turn too… I… I didn’t get a chance…”

Margaret Grant’s face twisted with rage. “You’re useless and you dare blame your younger siblings? Pathetic! Get lost!”

Then she grabbed a broom and swung it at Elizabeth like she was shooing away a stray dog.

Elizabeth had no clue what exactly was going on, but the pain of a broom hitting her wasn’t hard to understand. She bolted out the door instantly.

She plopped down on the curb, blankly staring at the giant LED screen on the opposite building.

The screen’s clock ticked forward steadily. Elizabeth blinked, stunned—the date on the screen was from ten years ago.

Night had already fallen, and the sidewalks were buzzing with foot traffic. Most passersby shot her disgusted looks before changing direction to avoid her. A fat girl sitting dazed on the curb wasn’t a pleasant sight.

Finally, the System spoke up. “Host, have you decided what to trade yet?”

Snapping out of her daze, Elizabeth asked, “Trade what?”

System 103 sighed in frustration. “The Weight Exchange System. Trade your body fat for personal attributes. Only after you start trading can you begin the main mission. I don’t intend to sit here wasting time with you.”

Elizabeth blinked, looking both confused and uneasy. “Main mission? What are you talking about? And why… why am I back here, ten years ago?”

Unmoved, the system replied coldly, “You’ll find out once you start the exchange.”

Even though Elizabeth wasn’t exactly sharp, she knew when not to push. “Okay… I’ll start now.”

The system perked up. “Great. What would you like to trade for? Height, intelligence, looks, strength, lifespan… take your pick.”

She went silent for a bit.

The system figured she’d go for either looks or height—because honestly, her current appearance was far from ideal by regular standards.

But to its surprise, she said slowly, “I want to be smarter.”

“Why?” the system asked, clearly not expecting that.

Elizabeth gave a little shake of her head. “I don’t really know. My thoughts feel fuzzy, my memory’s a mess… but…”

She paused, then added, “I just feel like… I’ve suffered way too much from being stupid.”

The system stopped questioning her and replied, “Alright. Intelligence it is. One kilogram of weight gives you one point of IQ. How much do you want to exchange?”

Elizabeth had no clue what was reasonable, so she guessed, “How about… 200 pounds?”

A heavy silence followed.

“…Host, this is the Weight Exchange System, not an urn service.”

“Huh? I’m not trying to trade ashes though?”

The system fell silent again.

Apparently, with Elizabeth’s current intelligence, sarcasm or metaphors just weren’t gonna land.

“You currently weigh 110 kilograms—around 220 pounds. If you give up 200 pounds, you’d only have 20 left. What are you gonna be, just a floating head?”

That part she understood. Her expression fell. “Ah… I see. Well then… just trade as much as I can. Use it all up and turn it into intelligence.”System 103 let out a breath of relief. “You can trade up to 60kg of body weight right now. That’ll get you 60 IQ points. Proceed with the exchange?”

“Only sixty points? Is that enough to make me smart?” Elizabeth Sharp looked a bit bummed.

The system replied coolly, “Your current IQ is 78. Add sixty and you’ll be at 138. People usually call someone with an IQ over 140 a genius.”

Elizabeth blinked her small eyes that were squished into slits by fat. “Huh?”

System paused. “In other words, once you've traded, you'll be just a smidge away from being a genius.”

Elizabeth repeated, “A smidge?”

System gave up on fancy phrasing. “It means you’ll be seriously smart—way above average.”

Her eyes lit up. “Sweet! Let’s do it now!”

System said, “Too many people here. You need to find somewhere private—try a restroom.”

Without hesitation, Elizabeth turned this way and that until she found a grimy public bathroom. She squeezed herself into a stall that barely fit her.

“Starting exchange.”

“Three—”

“Two—”

“One.”

A flash of invisible light passed by. Elizabeth instantly felt like her whole body was on fire—like she was burning up.

A wave of fear gripped her. Then the pain hit.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The system remained indifferent. “Once the exchange begins, it can't be canceled. But don’t worry—it won’t leave any damage.”

Drenched in sweat, Elizabeth couldn’t help but scream over and over again. But no matter how much it hurt, not once did she say she wanted to stop.

After a minute, her screaming started to fade. A minute later, it was gone.

System asked calmly, “How do you feel?”

“…”

She didn’t answer right away.

Her whole body was soaked, like she’d just stepped out of boiling water. Breathing heavily, she suddenly pushed open the stall door and rushed out.

Facing the mirror, Elizabeth stared at the reflection.

There stood an ordinary-looking woman, plain face, tired expressions—nothing that stood out.

Looking closer, her skin tone was still sallow, but the greasy shine had vanished. If anything, she looked a bit dull. The nasty breakouts had shrunk down, leaving behind some loose skin.

Anyone else probably wouldn’t be thrilled looking like that. But Elizabeth stood frozen in front of the mirror, then suddenly covered her mouth and started crying.

“All those years…”

All that fat! The weight she’d carried for two lifetimes! The living nightmare she could never run from!

She lowered her head in a hurry. Her waist, her stomach, her thighs—those big rolls of fat were completely gone. Her belly lay flat, and her legs looked even. Her waist still wasn’t slim, but at least she wasn’t “fat” anymore.

Best part? It left no trace behind! She’d been so scared she’d be stuck with saggy skin, but nope—nothing like that.

Her figure now looked smooth and tight.

System asked again, “How do you feel?”

“…Amazing,” Elizabeth whispered like she was dreaming."I’ve never felt this damn good in my life."

All those days of dragging herself up and down stairs while strangers muttered "Kinder Surprise" behind her back;

All those nights her heart throbbed under the weight of her own body;

All that moving an inch and instantly sweating like crazy, reeking of sour sweat and exhaustion;

Those times when even bending down a little or walking a few steps would knock the breath right out of her.

Then—"Hahahahahahahahahaha—"

Elizabeth Sharp suddenly burst out laughing. But halfway through, her eyes were already brimming with tears.

"I remember it now... I already died once."

That was her former life.

She'd been crossing the street. Her mood wasn’t great, sure, but she was still obeying traffic rules.

The drunk man in the car wasn’t.

He came out of nowhere, plowing through the road like a maniac. Others managed to dodge, but Elizabeth—with her slow and clumsy body—didn't react in time. She got hit and sent flying.

Right before it all went dark, she heard someone say, “Damn, what a fatty! Dented the damn car!”

She died. And then—she came back.

At first, she was totally lost. Out of it. Couldn’t figure out why she was suddenly back in her childhood home, or why Margaret Grant kept saying she'd "just finished the college entrance exam." She wandered around the house like a clueless deadweight... until the system kicked in.

The Weight Exchange System.

And suddenly, everything became crystal clear—like upgrading from an old Nokia screen to a crazy high-end 270-megapixel camera. She felt like she could see through the whole damn universe.

The System said, "Host, what’s your move? Going home?"

She glanced at the mirror again, shook her head firmly. "No."

She remembered. She remembered everything.

All the times people pushed her around, humiliated her like she was nothing. Took orders like some pathetic joke.

To her parents? She was a burden. To her siblings? A clown. A slave.

That place? That wasn’t home.

Elizabeth made for the bathroom door, hand on the handle, ready to leave—but paused.

"System, no cameras in here, right?"

The System replied calmly, “Affirmative. No cameras. No one saw anything.”

She inhaled deeply and walked out.

She didn’t look particularly special—honestly, still kinda unattractive. But inside? She was brimming with confidence, clarity, and a calm she’d never felt before.

A new world was waiting. And she was more than ready.

———————— Since it keeps getting deleted, I’m tossing this note at the end of this chapter instead.

Just wanna say a few things upfront, please decide for yourself whether this book's for you:

1. No real-life personas involved—please don’t bring up real-world celebs in the comments. Thanks.

2. Other than typos or grammar issues, I’m skipping all writing advice. Stuff like “The MC should do this or that,” or “Author, what were you thinking with this plot point”—no thanks. This book's already flopped so hard it’s circling the galaxy, but I’m still writing it. Because if I can’t even write the story I want, what’s the point?3. Please stop insulting the female lead. In the beginning, she doesn’t really take good care of her health, I admit that. But I’ve explained before—once her situation improves, she plans on getting healthy again using the system. She’s clear about that herself. Even so, I keep seeing comments full of hate—calling her dumb, saying she should just drop dead, or “If I had this system, I’d do so much better,” even dragging me, the author, into it. Look, lots of people go all in during their startup phase—barely sleeping, pushing their limits—to chase success. If you think that's stupid, fine. But then this book just isn’t for you. Maybe find one that suits your taste better.

4. The entertainment industry is a whole different world. Being a celebrity comes with its own mess—more drama, more competition. So don’t expect the lead to be some flawless moral saint. Competing for love and attention from a guy? That’s toxic rivalry. But competing for roles and fame? That’s just career hustle. Don’t twist the definitions.

5. Appearance and body standards come with the job. Let’s be real: no one wants to pay to watch a romance drama or movie starring someone with a plain face and zero expression. And if you’re getting paid millions, you’re expected to put in the work—whether it’s managing your looks, keeping in shape, growing your skills, or handling your public image. That’s just part of the deal. If you want to be free to look however you want, date whoever you want, and live unbothered, then maybe stay out of showbiz.

6. I’m just a regular woman, writing for a living to get by. My writing reflects my own experience and education. I’m not gonna change that. You won’t see me using trendy feminist buzzwords or over-analyzing every word. If that makes you think I hate or insult women, then maybe this book just isn’t for you. I’m not some feminist icon—I’m just a struggling author. Please don’t put your big expectations on me or my story. There are plenty of other books on this platform more in line with your preferences. Go find one you really like.

7. The female lead’s love life will include more than one relationship. This book isn’t focused on romance, and there’s no fixed male lead. It’s stated in the summary already, just emphasizing again here.

8. This isn’t a quick-read power fantasy. You won’t find mindless satisfaction, super fast pacing, or constant revenge drama. Things aren’t gonna be smooth sailing “MC goes beast mode” style. If that’s what you’re looking for, this probably isn’t your thing.

9. No need to announce you're dropping the book. And threatening to bail if I write something you don’t like? That’s just weird. For example, if you’re already mad that she’s starting out as a nobody before becoming famous, and you think she should’ve skipped that step—well, tough. That’s the main storyline. The character or the author won’t change for you.

10. Thanks for reading up till here. Whether it's this story or my last one, I’ve always considered myself pretty chill. Even when readers came into fan groups to @ me just to yell, I never snapped back. But over time, I've learned being nice doesn’t earn you respect—sometimes it just gets you more hate. Some people even call me “too sensitive” for reacting at all. So I thought I might as well lay it all out here. Whether or not you keep reading is up to you.