The darkness shifted again, swallowing the vision of Clara and Daniel's corpses until nothing remained. For a moment, Smith floated in silence, his mind buzzing with the taste of revenge. He should have felt satisfied, but instead he felt… hungry.
The System's voice slid back into his thoughts, smooth as silk.
"Do you feel it? That heat in your soul? That hunger gnawing at you? That is Netori Energy — the power born from lust stolen, bonds broken, lives ruined. Feed me, and I will make you a god."
Smith's lips curved into a shadowy smile. "Then feed, System. I'll give you more than you can handle."
The void began to tremble. Crimson cracks spread through the darkness, splitting open into blinding light. The voice whispered one last promise:
"Welcome to your new life… Smith Carter."
The light consumed him.
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Smith gasped and opened his eyes.
Air rushed into his lungs, thick with the scent of soil and pine. He was lying on the cold ground, beneath a sky painted with two moons. His body felt different — heavier, stronger, younger. He looked down and saw broad hands, calloused but powerful.
Not his old, broken body. A new vessel.
Before he could rise, glowing text shimmered into view, projected in the air before his eyes:
[System of Lust and Domination: Active]
Host: Smith Carter
Cultivation Level: Mortal 1
Netori Energy: 25/100
Skills Unlocked:
Seduction (Passive): Increases charm when interacting with targets in relationships.
Chains of Lust (Active): Bind and corrupt those marked by betrayal or desire.
Domination Aura (Passive): Weak-willed men feel threatened, women feel intrigued.
Current Quest: "First Taste"
Steal the affection of another's woman to advance cultivation.
Reward: Cultivation Boost + Netori Points.
Smith chuckled darkly. "So that's how this game works, huh? Not just strength… but power through corruption."
He stood, feeling the strength humming in his veins, the faint pulse of Netori Energy feeding his new body. For the first time in his life, he didn't feel powerless. He felt alive. Dangerous.
The forest around him buzzed with distant sounds — howls, rustling leaves, the whisper of unknown beasts. Somewhere in the distance, faint torchlight flickered. Civilization.
The System's voice purred again. "Go to them. This world is ripe with men too arrogant to protect what they hold dear, and women desperate for something more. Take them. Break them. Make them yours."
Smith smirked, his eyes glinting with cruel purpose. "Clara and Daniel were just the beginning. If this world wants to test me, I'll show them what true domination looks like."
He clenched his fist, and crimson sparks flickered across his knuckles. Power surged — raw, intoxicating.
The System laughed softly in his mind, like a lover whispering in the dark.
"Good boy. Let's paint this world in betrayal and lust."
Smith turned toward the torchlight in the distance. Each step felt like the start of something unstoppable — the beginning of a path paved with stolen desires, broken vows, and women who would soon kneel at his feet.
For the first time in his existence, Smith Carter wasn't just alive.
He was reborn.