Chapter 3: Whoever’s clothes you wear, you become their system.

The moment his fingertips tightly grasped the tattered piece of the dress!
[Ding—!]

A cold, emotionless synthetic voice exploded without warning in the depths of his mind.

[Detecting conditions met for binding—‘Clothing with residual aura of the Lunar Saint Body’ (severely damaged).]

[‘Wear Their Clothes, Become Them’ System, binding process initiated…]

[Binding successful!]

[Newcomer guide activated: Host Xie Qiyang, welcome to the system. Core rules are as follows—]

[Rule One: By wearing any ‘female clothing’ (must possess certain feminine traits or residual aura), the host can temporarily and fully assume the original owner’s current abilities, cultivation, physique, memories, and appearance.]

[Rule Two: Once the clothing is worn, the host can never revert to a male body. The host may transform into other female forms by wearing other qualifying female clothing. The first body assumed will become the host’s permanent body, but its memories cannot be accessed again, and its cultivation can only be one major realm higher than the host’s.]

[Rule Three: The system’s initial energy is limited. The host is advised to use each transformation cautiously and actively seek higher-quality ‘mediums’ (clothing or accessories with stronger feminine traits or residual aura).]

[Rule Four: The system only works with deceased women, meaning the host can only transform into women who have passed away.]

[Lunar Saint Body: Jiang Ningshuang (about to perish, transformation available).]

He didn’t know where the voice came from.
All he knew was that he was about to defy fate!
The heavens hadn’t abandoned him—his cheat code had arrived!

Wait, what? A system?!
This system—‘Wear Their Clothes, Become Them’?!
Wear someone’s clothes… and become them?!
Copy all their power?!

“I’m set, I’m set! Who cares if I lack cultivation talent!”

Clutching the cool, silky fabric, his frail body trembled violently.

As expected, the heavens hadn’t forsaken him!
Just when he thought he’d die默默无闻, a glimmer of hope appeared!
In this desperate moment, his only lifeline had been stumbled upon by chance.

But after the initial joy of defying fate, his rationality crept back.

This… something felt very off…

Xie Qiyang narrowed his eyes, staring at the screen only he could see, his expression filled with doubt.

This system’s rules… cross-dressing? Transforming? Becoming a woman forever?
What kind of broken system was this, with a gender restriction?
Who came up with this perverse idea?!

Uncontrollably, his mind conjured an image of himself in women’s clothing—or worse, transformed into that silver-haired woman.

Everyone loves a beauty, but he didn’t want to become one! 😭

The most fatal part—Rule Two: [Can never revert to a male body.]

“System! If I… if I cultivate to the peak of this world, surpassing everyone, can I… can I turn back?”

The cold voice replied without a hint of emotion:
[Once the host chooses to wear the clothing, it signifies agreeing to a soul-binding contract with the system. After the contract takes effect, the host can only exist in this world as a woman. Do not waste effort.]

Exist in this world… as a woman…

Xie Qiyang fell silent, his face a storm of conflict.
He knew he had only two paths: die or live.
So why was he still hesitating?

The harsh reality stared him in the face.
In a day or two, he’d starve to death in this cold, damp cave, dying a pathetic death.

Wear it, and he could live.
Only by living could he grasp infinite possibilities.

If he died, everything would be gone, including this transmigration, reduced to nothing.

If he didn’t seize this chance, would the heavens give him another?

Slap!
In the silent cave, Xie Qiyang struck his own face with all his strength, the stinging pain shooting to his head.

“Idiot, you’re about to die, and you’re still hesitating?” he cursed himself under his breath.
In the face of survival, in the face of changing his fate, what did it matter?

Compared to living a life of constant uncertainty, compared to surviving, eating well, dressing warmly, and controlling his own destiny—what did it matter?

As long as he could live, as long as he could seize his fate.

Let alone cross-dressing—even more humiliating, more unbearable things, he’d do them.
The instinct to survive trumped everything.

“Since the heavens gave me this chance, I absolutely won’t let it slip!”

“This is my chance—my only chance!”

With the resolve to burn his bridges, he swept away all hesitation and doubt.

He stopped dwelling on meaningless questions.

His trembling hands carefully spread the tattered dress fragment on the cold reef floor.

His heart pounded with excitement.
Since it belonged to someone already dead, he felt less guilt about taking over.
After all, he was still a law-abiding, good-hearted youth shaped by modern society.

He slowly raised his hand, gently pressing the tattered piece of the Lunar Saint Body’s dress against the filthy short-sleeve on his chest…

“This… should work, right…?”

In the dim reef cave, a faint, almost imperceptible silver glow began to shimmer along the edges of the tattered fabric.

A subtle yet profoundly mysterious resonance faintly stirred between his body and the cloth, quietly binding them together…

Xie Qiyang’s head drooped weakly, his body collapsing to the ground.

His consciousness drifted out of the cave, floating far away…