The next morning.
Ethan woke up feeling sore all over, as if he'd been beaten unconscious all night.
"Agh... Damn it! My whole body hurts... What happened?" Ethan muttered, but then ignored it and headed to the bathroom.
After stripping off his clothes and soaking in the bathtub, he immediately felt refreshed, and the pain gradually faded thanks to the warm water.
A few minutes later.
Ethan stepped out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist. As he returned to his room to grab clothes, he caught his reflection in the mirror—and froze.
"?!"
"Who the hell is this?!"
The man staring back was handsome. His skin was flawless, almost porcelain-like, rivaling a woman's complexion. His short black hair had grown slightly longer and silkier, as if meticulously cared for over years.
His face was perfection—sharp jawline, straight nose, piercing yet deep-set eyes. His muscles, now more defined and prominent, looked like they'd been sculpted overnight.
It was still within "ideal" proportions, the kind of body every man on earth would envy.
He was perfect. Too perfect, as if he didn't belong to this world.
"Who... is this person...?" Ethan stared at his reflection in disbelief—no, he refused to believe it, yet he had to, because it was him.
[Good morning, Host!]
Ethan jolted. That voice—it was the same one from last night. Cold, slightly mechanical, yet with a seductive, almost sultry undertone.
It echoed in his ears, not the room. As if only he could hear it.
"Who's there?"
[I am the Wish Fulfillment Ultimate System. Every desire of the Host—whether reasonable, insane, beyond worldly logic, or outright impossible—will be fulfilled by this system!]
[Because the system's purpose is to help the Host achieve all his wishes!]
Hearing this, Ethan suddenly recalled the voice from last night. If he wasn't mistaken, it had granted him something... unreal.
"So... You're the reason my body looks like this now?" Ethan asked, his voice a mix of shock and curiosity.
[Correct! The system has gifted the Host with three initial boons to kickstart his wish fulfillment.]
The system's reply was straightforward. Though vague, Ethan understood his transformation was due to those three "boons."
Not that it was a bad thing—quite the opposite.
This body was perfect. Peak male attractiveness, with muscles Ethan could've never achieved naturally.
Ethan nodded slowly. "...Can you show me these three gifts?"
[Of course, Host!]
[Would the Host like to open his Status?]
"Open."
A semi-transparent blue screen materialized before him.
[Wish Fulfillment Ultimate System]
[Host: Ethan Evans]
[Age: 20]
[Race: Human]
[Gender: Male]
[Abilities:
[Infinite Charm: The Host's allure surpasses even 'Heaven' itself. All women—human, non-human, even goddesses—can only submit to the Host's charisma.]
[Endless Evolution and Adaptation: The Host's body adapts and evolves in any situation, ensuring he becomes the strongest—regardless of circumstances.]
[Omniversal Intelligence: The Host's intellect transcends worlds. A single thought from him is a million steps ahead of any omniversal scheme.]
It was simple. The lengthy parts were just descriptions of the three gifts.
As Ethan read each ability, his expression grew more stunned with every word.
"This is... too overpowered."
With this system, wouldn't his dreams become reality? A harem of stunning women, power beyond human comprehension—everything?
Suppressing his excitement, Ethan cautiously asked, "By the way, aside from status, what other functions do you have?"
[This system exists solely to fulfill the Host's desires. It lacks conventional functions.]
[No life-or-death missions, no system store, no penalties. When the Host wishes to indulge, the system assists.]
Ethan's eyes widened. This system was amazing.
Frankly, he'd suspected there'd be tedious missions with deadly punishments for failure. Or that he'd have to "earn" his rewards through grueling tasks.
Not that he'd have minded—as long as his dreams came true without harm to himself or his future women, he'd have accepted it.
But this? Even better. No restrictions, no strings attached. He could act exactly as he pleased.
And it was true.
[The Wish Fulfillment Ultimate System is more than a name. Every desire of the Host will manifest. What does the Host wish for?]
Ethan paused, then grinned—wide, unrestrained, hungry.
"Everything."
"Wealth. Power. Dominion. Beauty. I want it all in the palm of my hand!"
"Can you make that happen, System?"
His tone wasn't a question, but a command—one that brooked no refusal, as if he'd discard the system entirely if denied.
[Of course, this system can! With its aid, the Host shall seize all he desires—immediately!]