Cold.
That was the first sensation that cut through the fog in my head. The cold of the soaked Beijing pavement seeped through my thin delivery jacket, a chill that went straight to the bone. The metallic smell of blood mixed with the unique scent of rain on concrete and the faint odor of exhaust fumes. Up above, the lights from the skyscrapers were a painful, blurry mess.
I was lying in the street, staring up at the crying gray sky. My vision was starting to fade, and every blink felt heavier than the last. A sticky warmth was flowing from my head, soaking my hair and forming a small, dark puddle on the asphalt.
'What a waste...'
The thought came not with anger, but with an incredible sense of exhaustion.
'So, a guy can really just die like this, huh...'
Getting hit by a car in a downpour... I could almost get that. A stupid accident, a cliché ending for an unimportant life. But that woman... why was she just standing there?
Through the rain, I could see her silhouette. A woman was standing in front of her fancy black sedan, its headlights still shining brightly on my helpless body. She was just standing there, and even from this distance, I could see she was shaking badly.
'Shouldn't she be calling the cops or an ambulance? Or something?'
I tried to move my mouth, to scream, but only blood came out.
Cough! Cough!
'Is it normal... for someone to just stand there and stare...?'
The woman was still looking at me, one manicured hand covering her mouth, her eyes wide with horror. She was clearly in shock, unable to believe her expensive car had just shattered the bones of some lowlife delivery boy.
Then, something in her changed. The fear of consequences overcame her shock. She rushed back to her car door, yanked it open, and without a second thought, got back inside.
Squeal!
The sound of her tires screeching on the wet asphalt was the last thing I heard from her as she slammed on the gas and fled, disappearing into the rainy night.
Everything... was meaningless. Oddly enough, I didn't even feel angry. Just empty. It was as if life itself had already drained all the energy for anger out of me.
My vision faded further into black spots, my breathing grew weaker, each inhale shallow and useless.
'This life... is so unfair...'
Flashbacks started playing in my head like a busted film reel. I saw myself working as a security guard at night, fighting off sleep in a cold guard post. I saw myself during the day, wearing the same delivery uniform I had on now, racing against time to bring food to people who would never even know my name.
I was born poor... so I worked hard. I worked until my bones felt brittle just to get a slightly better life, a decent bed, and three meals a day.
'I wonder... will anyone care if I die? Will anyone cry for a nobody like me...? I don't know. I really don't know.'
With the last of my strength, I glanced to the side just before the darkness swallowed me completely. My gaze fell on an old building that stood in stark contrast to the skyscrapers around it. A church.
At its peak, a large cross was bathed in a blood-red light, standing out sharply against the dark night.
'I've heard it before... God gives everyone a purpose in life...'
A bitter, silent laugh echoed in my mind.
'If God really exists... would he give me a purpose for living now?'
As if answering my challenge, the red light from the cross suddenly blazed brighter. Far brighter than before. The light was blinding, burning my already fading eyes.
The red light felt like it was crawling into my eyes, hot and full of rage, before it suddenly shifted to a deep blue.
[System]
[Your dissatisfaction with fate has been recorded.]
[As compensation, you are gifted: A New Beginning]
The sensation of the cold asphalt and the burning pain vanished instantly. The wet darkness of the city was replaced by an infinite void. I was floating. All around me was a sea of twinkling stars and distant, slowly spinning galaxies.
A voice echoed, not in my ears, but directly inside my head.
[Please tell Me, what kind of life do you desire?]
'What kind of life I want? Well...'
I glanced around, confused. Then I looked down at my hands, my arms, my whole body. I was whole again. No blood, no broken bones, even my delivery uniform was clean and dry.
"Ah... wait. Before that... was I brought back to life?" I asked the system.
[You have been resurrected.]
"So...?"
[You need to tell Me what kind of life you desire.]
I started thinking hard, my brain still reeling from everything. First from the shock of my death, and now from the confusion of being in this weird dimension.
'I've seen this kind of setup before... just like in those novels I sometimes read to kill time. Is this what they call a second chance? An awakening?'
"So, I just need to tell you what I want?" I asked the voice, trying to make sure.
[That is correct. Certain skills will be granted to you in accordance with your desire, as part of the 'A New Beginning' gift.]
A transparent blue screen suddenly appeared, floating in front of my face, displaying the same text as the voice I heard.
"I... I've never really thought about something like this. I was too busy just trying to survive," I said, scratching the back of my neck.
[In that case, We can choose for you.]
[Would you like Us to do that?]
I thought about it really hard.
'This System already gave me a second chance... I probably have nothing to lose. Right? I mean, I already died once.'
A cynical, slightly greedy smile started to form on my lips.
"Hold on a sec," I said, my tone changing. "I can choose anything, right? In that case, I want something interesting. Something... that gets me money and women. Lots of women."
[Understood.]
[Preparing a preview based on your desire...]
The blue screen in front of me flickered, then changed into a very realistic video.
Hngggh!
Haahh
I was shocked. My eyes were glued to what the System was showing me.
[Would you like to proceed?]
"Hnggg... Master...?"
A beautiful woman with long blonde hair was sprawled on the cold floor. She was only wearing a hooded robe that had fallen open, revealing her smooth white body and her big, round breasts. A huge, hard cock was fucking her pussy from behind with a powerful rhythm.
Her large breasts bounced beautifully, her pink nipples rubbing against the cold floor, making it look incredibly hot. Around them, other people were kneeling, their heads bowed as if in worship.
'A... cult...'
The preview continued. The camera panned around and showed the face of the man fucking the woman. It was my face. A version of me that was more confident, stronger, with a look full of power.
In the preview, tons of followers knelt behind me, watching in adoration as I slammed into the blonde's pussy on the altar. The woman was on all fours, and I was fucking her from on top, both my hands gripping her hips. Her huge breasts were pressed against the floor, looking like they were about to burst from the pressure.
"Ahhhh...! This feels so good...!" my preview-self said, his voice deep and dominant.
The blonde's face was an expression of pure pleasure, her face flushed, her mouth slightly open with her tongue sticking out, her eyes closed in surrender.
'Wait... this is really... a cult?'
Then, the scene in the preview changed. I stood up and told the woman to kneel in doggy style. I stood behind her, held both her arms, and started pounding into her again, deeper and harder.
Heugh!
Every thrust felt like my cock was going so deep it hit her womb, her beautiful body moving back and forth with the rhythm of my brutal fucking.
I picked up the pace, fucking her so fast that the only sounds were slapping skin and her broken moans. Finally, I pressed my cock deep into her pussy and...
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Ahhhh! Ahhh....! Ahhhh!
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Thick, hot cum shot out, filling her womb until it overflowed and seeped out of her twitching pussy.
In the preview, I pulled out my still-twitching cock, looked down on my followers arrogantly, and said:
"Next..."