Hey there guys I'm Ethan Knox. I know why you people are here. Now..now, there's no need to deny it you horny fucks.
Now let's keep it aside and get to the point. This is my story.
The day my marriage died did not begin with screams or shattered glass. It began with silence. The kind that settles into your bones once truth finally claws its way out.
It was a day like no other, I had come home early from work, exhausted, fingers still numb from a day spent chasing deadlines that were never satisfied.
The house felt wrong the moment I stepped inside. The air was warm, heavy with a familiarity that suddenly felt alien.
Shoes that weren't mine by the door. A jacket I recognized, not from my closet, but from the man whose name made entire departments go quiet. My superior Blake Hamsley, sitting on a MD position of the company.
I didn't need to walk all the way to the bedroom. I didn't need to open the door. Sound of muffled moans loud and careless, clearly carried through the hallway. My wife being fucked and making faces I've never seen. Her voice, degenerate, filthy and breathless in a way she had not been with me for months.
That was the moment something inside me fractured. I left without confronting them. Cowardly, maybe. Or perhaps it was instinct. A wounded animal retreating before deciding whether it would bleed out… or bare its fangs.
That night, sitting alone in the dimly lit park, the weight of betrayal crushed whatever was left of the man I used to be. I had given everything. Stability, loyalty, my youth to her and while I broke myself trying to be enough, she had been taken with ease by a man who already had everything.
I didn't know what to do. I was lost with no options left. It was then the sound came.
[DING..!]
A sharp, unnatural chime cut through my spiraling thoughts and with it a translucent screen flickered into existence before my very eyes, glowing softly in the darkness.
[CONGRATULATIONS! HOST MILF HUNTING SYSTEM SUCCESSFULLY BOUND]
[EVERY MILF YOU CONQUER, EVERY TIME YOU HUMILIATE A MAN, YOU GROW STRONGER AND WILL EARN YOU REWARDS: WEALTH, INFLUENCE, POWER]
I chuckled. A hollow, broken sound. Hallucinations were fitting, I supposed. A man pushed past his limit inventing escape.
The words didn't disgust me. Infact they thrilled me. Something inside me aligned, like a key sliding into a lock that had been waiting my whole life.
That was the exact moment I changed. Revenge didn't come screaming.
It came smiling.
The system was real, it didn't force me. It never needed to. It whispered possibilities. Opened doors. Highlighted weaknesses in confident women who had long grown bored with their lives. Lonely wives. Neglected mothers. Women whose beauty had not faded, only been ignored.
My superior Blake Hamsley's family was simply… a convenient target for me to begin with.
His wife was first to bear the brunt. A woman used to control, to admiration, to being untouchable. The system guided my words, my posture, my presence. I became attentive in ways her husband never was. I listened. I waited. I let tension simmer until she made the first step herself.
The night she crossed that line, the system chimed again.
[CONQUEST SUCCESSFUL]
[REWARD: CHARM MAXED OUT]
I didn't stop there. Her sister followed. Then her mother-in-law, whose stern eyes softened when she realized someone still saw her as a woman rather than furniture. Each conquest was different. Some resisted longer. Some fell faster. None were forced.
Desire, once awakened, has its own gravity.
And every time I walked away, richer, sharper, colder, I felt the last remnants of guilt erode.
I wasn't just taking women. I was dismantling men like Blake.
Making money became easy after that. Luck bent in my favor. Investments soared. Deals closed themselves. People listened when I spoke. The system rewards made my efficiency and cruelty increase in equal measure, and I in response adapted and learned everything quickly.
I dressed better, lived larger. Women noticed. Men envied. Rumors followed me like perfume. I became a whispered name in high and classy social circles where bored wives drank too much wine and wondered what it would feel like to be wanted again.
I didn't discriminate anyone. If a woman fit the system's criteria, she became a target. I told myself they chose me. That I was only giving them what they already desired. And for a while, I believed it.
The man I once was would have been horrified.
The man I became didn't care.
But karma always collects their due in uncertain ways. The warnings came quietly at first. It seemed unnatural, people near me dissappeared without a word which I ignored.
Problems increased little by little. The retribution arrived soon enough. It wasn't dramatic, no divine lightning, no final boss.
Just a slow collapse.
Deals fell apart. Allies vanished. Women who once clung to me found dead.
The last thing I remember clearly was lying on cold concrete, breath tearing painfully through my chest, blood soaking into fabric that had once symbolized success.
People stood around me watching me struggle. I saw many familiar faces in them. My superior Blake, men from his family, other men I couldn't remember.
Faces twisted in laughter, relief, disgust. They mocked me who had who had devoured too much and forgotten that he too was still human.
I couldn't move. I Could barely breathe. Yet I smiled.
A wide, bloody grin stretched across my face as I looked at them. I had ruined them, taken everything I could've from them.
I realized I was wrong but I lived without regret.
As my vision dimmed, I felt something close to pride. I had chosen my path. Walked it to the end. And with a final, broken chuckle, I coughed out blood and let go.
The world faded for me as I closed my eyes. Silence returned. I thought that was it in my final moments. Then came the sound loud and clear in that darkness.
[DING..!]
[ERROR… ERROR…]
[HOST STATUS: DECEASED]
[INITIATING… REINCARNATION PROTOCOL]
[SYSTEM REBOOTING AND UPGRADING]
Light surged back in my view and my pain vanished completely. I woke up in a unfamiliar bed in a room. A brand new screen popped open before me.
[REINCARNATION PROTOCOL COMPLETED SUCCESSFULLY]
[WELCOME BACK, HOST]
[SYSTEM REBOOTING AND UPGRADING COMPLETED SUCCESSFULLY]
I exhaled a sharp breath as I opened to window. The air smelled wrong, too sterile for the surroundings. It carried hints of freshness. The distant hum of engines vibrated through the windows, a familiar urban heartbeat.
Neon signage bled color into the night sky. Towering buildings pierced low-hanging clouds. Roads sprawled like arteries, glowing with streams of headlights and taillights. Digital billboards flashed product ads that seemed unfamiliar.
Yet something else pulsed beneath it all.
I felt it before the system confirmed it. A pressure in the air. A subtle resistance when I moved, as if the world itself carried weight.
The screen updated once more.
[SCANNING COMPLETED]
[WORLD TYPE: MODERN URBAN CULTIVATION CIVILIZATION]
A slow smile crept onto my face.
[ENERGY IDENTIFIED: QI]
That explained the unfamiliar feeling I felt.
[SYSTEM ADAPTING TO NEW WORLD ENVIRONMENT… COMPLETE]
A chuckle escaped my lips.
Then a sudden pain with influx of information slammed into my consciousness. This body's memories resurfaced, slotting into place like files unlocking. I was Ethan Knox eighteen y.o. An orphan with same name. Living in a cramped apartment squeezed between convenience stores and ambition.
With no societal background, working as a servant for a powerful cultivation family.