'Has it been a year already?'
Adrian murmured, slipping out from under the sheets. He looked around the room, a complicated, hollow knot of emotions settling in his chest.
He had just been soothing Saeko. After ten grueling months of carrying his heir, his lethal, devoted Queen had finally given birth to a beautiful daughter. They had just been lying in the tangled bed, softly debating whether to name the child Airi.
To be brutally honest, over the past year, he had sired nearly a dozen children. Whether it was the colossal quadruplets bred into the airheaded Shizuka, the bastard dropped by the broken Saya, or the nameless offspring from the various livestock whose faces he couldn't even recall, he felt absolutely no paternal affection for them.
To him, they were nothing more than conquered slaves forced to accept his semen. In his cynical, predatory eyes, their pregnancies were a mere biological consequence of his lust. It was no different than using a disposable tissue to clean up after jerking off, only the tissue happened to be a living, breathing cunt. Did a god really need to take responsibility for his discarded seed?
But humans were inherently emotional creatures. Saeko, however, was different. He had meticulously cultivated her devotion during her pregnancy, and he genuinely harbored a dark, possessive affection for the purple-haired swordswoman. He actually felt a flicker of genuine pride for the daughter she had borne him.
As for the others? They were nothing more than breathing fleshlights and breeding sows. He couldn't even be bothered to grace their litters with names.
Just as he had finalized his decision to name his true daughter Airi Busujima, the cold, mechanical voice of the System echoed directly in his skull, notifying him that his time in the tutorial dungeon was officially up.
Honestly, because the damned System hadn't made a single sound in the past ten months, he had almost started to believe he had permanently merged with the apocalyptic reality. Life over the past year had been so visceral, so violently real, that it was easy to forget he was merely conquering a dungeon instance.
'System, can I return to this world?' he demanded mentally.
Normally, the parasitic System was as silent as a corpse, but before shifting him to a new reality, it deigned to respond.
[Upon completion of a primary directive, the Host will be granted access to the conquered instance world for leisure. The duration of access is calculated based on your mission completion efficiency.]
'Does time flow while I am gone?' Adrian pressed, his mind immediately calculating the logistics of his empire.
[Negative. Once an instance world is completely captured, the Host gains absolute temporal control over the domain. Time can be paused or accelerated at your absolute discretion.]
Hearing this, a dark, twisted smile crept across Adrian's face. Absolute temporal control. That meant he wouldn't even have to wait years for his newly sired daughters to ripen into fresh, usable pussies. He could age them up with a mere thought.
But such depraved indulgences would have to wait. The Highschool of the Dead reality had merely been a beginner's sandbox. Given the superhuman vessel and the chaotic timeline he had hijacked, even a brain-dead idiot could have forged a bloody empire. But now, the true trials were beginning. If he carried the exact same arrogant, brute-force contempt into the next world, he would likely meet a very messy, brutal end.
'I survived and conquered. Where is my reward?' he asked the void.
[Calculating Beginner Rewards...]
[Main Objective: Survive One Year—Completed. Bonus: Fluency in Japanese—Achieved.]
[Based on the Host's ruthless actions in the beginner dungeon, your Evil Value is determined to be 67. You are significantly more malicious than an average sociopath, but still far from a true demonic entity. Rating: Minor Villain.]
[Reward: Kidney function and sexual stamina permanently doubled!]
'That is it?' Adrian rolled his eyes in profound annoyance.
Even for a tutorial world, the payout was insultingly meager. Fluent Japanese and the stamina of a porn star? Was he being trained to be an inter-dimensional warlord, or a high-end male escort in Kabukicho?
'You cheap, robotic bastard,' Adrian scoffed internally. 'Forget the standard dimensional storage rings or god-tier system shops—you couldn't even throw in a single, practical combat skill?'
[Hidden Reward Unlocked. During your time replacing the original vessel, you acted upon his deepest, repressed desires and fulfilled the original Masao Busujima's hidden wish. Reward: Total integration of Masao Busujima's lifetime martial arts and swordsmanship insights!]
As the cold voice faded, a violent, agonizing torrent of memories and decades of flawless muscle memory slammed directly into Adrian's brain. He groaned, clutching his skull as he collapsed back onto the mattress, gasping for breath as his synapses rewired themselves.
After a long, agonizing minute, he finally sat up, wiping a thick trail of blood from his nose.
'Masao's hidden wish?' Adrian laughed, a dark, cynical sound echoing in the empty room. 'So the honorable, stoic Sword Saint secretly wanted to fuck his own daughter's tight pussy all along? The old bastard was a closeted ghost-father.'
The System remained silent. It didn't matter. The old man was dead and erased; Adrian had simply reaped the physical rewards of the man's repressed depravity.
He raised his hand, his fingers slicing through the air like invisible blades to test his coordination. He frowned. He only possessed about thirty percent of the raw, terrifying physical power he had wielded in the apocalypse. Although he had perfectly inherited the Sword Saint's flawless, lethal techniques, his new physical vessel lacked the decades of grueling, bone-breaking conditioning Masao had endured.
Still, even operating at a mere fraction of his former lethality, he was an absolute apex predator compared to ordinary men. His technique alone had reached the absolute ceiling of normal human capability.
'System, what world have I been dumped into this time? And who the hell am I?' Adrian asked, cracking his neck as he prepared for the next hunt.
[System Mission Directive: Fuck the whole world!]
[The Host must accumulate a minimum score of 60 points within one calendar year to pass and be eligible to continue participating!]
[The scoring targets are as follows:]
[Hu Yifei (8 points), Chen Meijia (2 points), Tang Youyou (2 points), Lin Wanyu (8 points), Qin Yumo (4 points), Nuolan (8 points), Zhuge Dali (12 points), Lin Xiao (10 points), Gu Li (5 points), Nan Xiang (8 points), Andy (10 points), Fan Shengmei (2 points), Qiu Yingying (2 points), Guan Juer (3 points), Qu Xiaoxiao (5 points).]
Adrian stared at the floating, translucent text, his mind silently tallying the bizarre, specific list of women. He frowned in confusion.
'Wait a minute... that only adds up to 88 points. Where the hell are the remaining 12 points?'
The System remained as silent as a tomb. It was clear he would have to hunt down the hidden targets himself.
'Speaking of which,' Adrian mused lazily, picking his ear with a cynical sneer. 'I can understand why elite, difficult prey like Andy, Zhuge Dali, and Hu Yifei hold such high bounties. But why the hell are basic, dramatic bitches like Lin Xiao and Nan Xiang worth so many points?'
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