"Shit, it's Netorare?! Are you kidding me?!"
Herman cursed and slammed his finger down on the phone screen, quickly deleting the web novel from his library.
"Fuck."
He needed to cleanse his mind of the filth he had just accidentally read, so he immediately opened his favorite novel and started reading it.
Moments later, he burst into laughter.
"Pff~HAHAHAHA! Got that bitch! Netori is fucking gold."
Stealing another man's woman was the rush Herman lived for, and losing his own was his reverse scale, the one thing that made his blood boil and his stomach twist with disgust.
Hypocrisy? Double standards? Absolutely.
But Herman couldn't care less and had no shame in admitting it. Because that was who he was: a shameless, self-aware degenerate with a wild taste not only in fiction but also in real life, where he was an international spy.
Gathering sensitive, classified information under disguise was a part of his daily life.
And what better way to extract secrets than by slipping into the bed of the woman closest to the target?
Why waste months on complex hacking and other techniques when the weakest firewall was always between a woman's legs?
History was a graveyard of countless great men and empires, the root cause of whose downfall was not armies, but women.
Women were the ultimate access point Herman exploited, because he knew that a woman's loyalty was as fickle as a whore's promise of virginity.
Worthless from the start and always for sale.
"Never trust a woman's oath, only the price it would take to break it."
That was his belief.
One could only say he was at the top of his game, satisfying his twisted desires for pleasure and completing his missions at the same time.
But the higher a man climbs, the farther he has to fall. And when you spend your life dancing in darkness, eventually something in that darkness learns to dance with you.
Herman, in all his arrogance, after dealing with countless women, forgot a simple truth: a woman who could betray her life partner for her own selfish desires could also betray him for something even more valuable.
And so, he was betrayed by the very woman he believed he had under complete control, by the one piece on the board he thought he owned completely.
While fucking her pussy in bed and making a mess of her, he was suddenly poisoned and shot three times by her.
His body was a wreck, and he knew there was no escape from this situation.
As his consciousness faded and his life flashed before his eyes, no matter how composed he usually was, in that moment, he too was filled with countless chaotic emotions.
Rage, disgust, astonishment, fear of death, and more.
There were also many regrets, but as his life approached its final countdown, everything, every emotion and every regret, gradually cooled down.
Only one thought lingered in his mind.
'Fuck! If only I had that Hypnosis System like that novel's protagonist, how could this bitch have betrayed me?! I would have fucked all these bitches silly, made them my slaves, and ruled the world… no, the whole universe and multiverse as the God of Hypnosis.'
With that nonsensical wish made in his final moments, Herman died.
But the eternal void and despair he expected after death… never came.
Instead—
[Detected: User deceased]
[Default Emergency Transmigration Protocol Initiated]
[Soul transfer complete]
[Hypnosis System Activated]
When Herman opened his eyes again, he was greeted by an unfamiliar white ceiling and a cluster of translucent blue system panels that he recognized all too well from the illustrations of his favorite novel.
He was lying on a bed in a luxurious room that he had never seen before.
More importantly, his breathing was steady, his vision was clear, and his body felt as though it had never been injured at all. Not a single bullet wound, and no poison flooding his veins.
He was alive.
But before he could process that miracle—
[Downloading World-Line Information and Original Body Memories… 63%… 84%… 100%]
[Synchronization Complete.]
"Ugh!"
A sharp pain suddenly pierced his skull as a lot of information flooded into his mind, and Herman clutched his head tightly.
The information included not only the memories of the body he now inhabited but also detailed knowledge of everything that was about to happen in this world through a strange third-person perspective, almost like reading a novel.
At first, he was shocked speechless, but it didn't take long for his shock to transform into exhilaration.
"Fuck! I've been transmigrated into the world of My Hero Academia with a system! This is… This is… AWESOME!!! HAHAHAHA!"