Slurp~, slurp...!
"Ugh..."
Mo Shen groaned slighly, feeling his head a bit dizzy.
"Huh?"
But just as quickly, his eyes snapped open as he noticed something wet yet warm wrapped around his little brother.
He instantly looked down, and his eyes widened as he saw a beautiful blonde woman with dark skin diligently sucking his cock.
"Ahaum~, s~o tasty~, Brother Shen!~" she groaned out, sticking out her tongue to trace languid circles around the swollen tip, savoring the salty bead of precum before engulfing him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with suction.
Slurp!
"Agh!"
Mo Shen groaned due to the pleasure, but at the same time, an electrifying feeling coursed throughout his entire body.
In an instant, the memories of the body he was occupying filled his mind as the woman continued sucking him out.
"Pha~"
Her tongue wrapped around his tip, as she gently stroked his shaft, her brown eyes quivering slighly as she then started taking more of him onto her throat.
"Ghaak!~, ahhghh!"
She choked briefly, saliva glistening on her lips as she pulled back for air, strands of it bridging from her mouth to his shaft.
"Huff...," she licked her lips before looking at Mo Shen with lustful eyes.
But as soon as she did that, she frowned instantly, as she got up from her knees and gently cupped his cheeks with trembling hands.
"B-Brother Shen?! Are you o-okay?!" she asked in a worried tone.
After all, Mo Shen was clutching his head hard, and his eyes were tightly shut.
"S-shit! I n-need to call an ambulance!" She quickly hurried to the kitchen, hoping to grab her phone, but just before she could do that.
"D-don't...!"
Clasp!
Mo Shen grabbed her wrist, stopping her on her tracks, before finally looking at her.
"B-brother Shen?" Her eyes brightened in relief.
"I'm so relieved!"
She threw herself onto his arms, hugging him tightly.
"Ah... it was just a minor headache, don't worry about it..." he gently stroked her back as he blankly gazed ahead.
After a moment, he gently pushed her away, forcing a small yet cold smile, "You should get back home for now; if I need you, I'll call you."
"A-ah... y-yes!" she meekly nodded, flustered and worried all at once.
She picked up her top from the floor, grabbed her phone from the counter, and hurried out of the apartment, the sound of the door clicking shut echoing faintly in the apartment.
"Fuck..."
As soon as she did that, Mo Shen adjusted his clothes and collapsed onto his bed.
"...I really transmigrated into that shitty ass novel, huh?" He closed his eyes, hiding them with his right arm.
He stood still like that for a moment, until...
Slowly... tears slowly welled up in his eyes before sliding down his cheeks. He bit his lip tightly, and more and more tears fell.
And just as he lifted off his arm, his eyes were completely empty.
"FUCK!"
He picked up the lamp that was on the bedside table and threw it across the apartment.
CRACK!
Of course, the lamp broke, but even that wouldn't lessen the rage flowing through his body.
"This… shitty-ass world!" he spat, clutching his hair with shaking hands as his body trembled with frustration and despair.
"WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE ME?!"
His voice cracked, echoing through the silent apartment.
The anger in his chest twisted into grief as his knees gave out beneath him.
He fell forward, hands trembling as he gripped the carpet until his knuckles went white. His forehead touched the floor, tears streaming freely down his face.
"Sister...," he whispered.
"I... I... ugh! I'm so sorry… I've left you alone…"
He dug his fingers into the carpet, the fabric rough against his palms as if trying to ground himself in a world that didn't feel real anymore.
However, his tears wouldn't stop, staining the floor beneath him.
[Ding!]
A ding sound suddenly echoed in his mind.
[It's detected that the user is feeling multiple dark and complex feelings! The Villain System has been successfully bound with the host!]
A feminine voice reached his ears, or more exactly, his brain.
Mo Shen froze at the words, but then...
"Hah..."
He started laughing.
"Hah… hahaha… HAHAHA!!!"
His body shook as he lifted his head, eyes bloodshot and swollen.
He reached for the glowing purple panel hovering before him, grabbing at it desperately as if he could tear it apart with his bare hands.
But no matter how hard he pulled, the panel stayed perfectly intact as if mocking him.
"Fuck… fuck, fuck…" he muttered, curling up again, clutching his head.
"Why did it have to be me…? There are thousands of nerds out there dreaming of this crap, but why me…?"
His voice cracked near the end, his breath coming out in gasps, his lips trembling with frustration and despair.
[...Don't worry, host!]
The system spoke again with that same soft, almost sweet, distinctly feminine voice.
[From your memories, you should already know that this is a cultivation world. If you become strong enough, you can travel through space and bring your sister back!]
Mo Shen's entire body went still.
Slowly, he lifted his head, his eyes widening slightly.
"...Really?"
His voice trembled slighly.
[Yes!]
The system's tone was bright and confident.
And for the first time since he woke up in this strange world, his empty eyes slowly regained an ounce of brightness.
He roughly wiped his tears away with the back of his hand, forcing himself to sit up straight.
"Fine…" he muttered under his breath.
"If that's true… then tell me."
His gaze hardened coldly.
"What exactly are your functions? I'm not too well-versed in those Chinese novels…"
[As you know, you've been transmigrated into the novel: "I Am The Heaven's Chosen!". To get stronger, you must steal everything from the protagonist! Everything that has any connection with the protagonist will grant you Villain Points and many other rewards!]
[You can use those rewards to get stronger, and then finally get together with your sister! As for the main functions other than plundering the protagonist's luck: there is the obvious status window where you can see a panel of you, showing your cultivation realm, combat power, charisma, and many more!]
[The second is the Villain's Eye, which can see the target's status window. The third one is the inventory, an infinite space where you can store everything but living beings. The fourth one is the lottery, which has multiple tiers, with the first one costing 100 Villain Points per lottery. And finally, the fifth is the Villain Store, which only unlocks at 100k Villain Points, and there you can exchange items for Villain Points, and vice versa!]
[And that's all for now! As long as you kill more and more protagonists, I'll also be able to evolve and get stronger with the host, getting more functions to help you!]
"...Mhm," Mo Shen nodded faintly, absorbing every single bit of information.
His eyes were dull, yet focused, like someone clinging to reason in a world gone insane.
"So… my identity is that of that useless, third-rate villain who doesn't even have a good background to back him up, huh?"
[Exactly.]
"Alright..."
Mo Shen took a deep breath and slowly stood up. He grabbed a small notebook from the desk and began scribbling a few quick notes.
[Host, you've been granted perfect memory to recall anything from the plot; there's no need to write in a notebook.]
"...Ahh." Mo Shen froze slighly before setting the pen down.
He was thinking of writing everything he knew about the novel in the notebook, but it seems that it didn't matter.
[...You really haven't read any villain novels before, have you?]
The system couldn't help but ask in an almost teasing tone.
Mo Shen sighed and gave a tired nod. "Not really. I only read that novel because my friends wouldn't stop pestering me about it. I'm not much of a reader."
He tossed the notebook aside and closed his eyes to test the system's words.
Slowly, he began recalling everything about the plot, relating his own appearances in the novel to the memories he had received.
When he opened his eyes again, his brows were deeply furrowed.
"...Shit."
His tone carried both disbelief and frustration.
"I really don't have a good background… and my talent's garbage too?" He exhaled sharply.
"And that girl who just left... she was one of my four girlfriends? She has an Intermediate-level Spiritual Root, right? That's already more than ten times better than mine."
He gave a hollow laugh.
"Figures."
"I have a Useless Wood Spiritual Root..."
In this world, spiritual roots determined everything... status, talent, potential.
They were divided into nine tiers: Useless, Low, Intermediate, High, Spiritual, Profound, Earthly, Heavenly, and Divine.
To put it into perspective, an Intermediate root was already enough to label someone a small genius.
Anything above High was rare, almost unheard of.
Those born with such roots were instantly taken in by powerful sects or elite academies scattered across the world.
But Mo Shen?
He was eighteen years old, an ordinary freshman at Shanghai's Seventh University.
A school he'd only managed to enter thanks to his connections through one of his girlfriends… one who was blessed with a High-grade Spiritual Root.
"Ugh... for now, let's take a look at my status," he muttered bitterly.
"Status!"
[.....Ding!]