The system is so user-friendly that it can match the right options based on his choices, which is unheard of.
However, in that situation, nine out of ten men would probably choose to have sex to solve the problem.
Penis is super hard...
In this situation, would men think of reading books?
This is giving illusion of different option!
"What are the requirements?" Luis asked hurriedly, now more concerned about how to meet the system's requirements and restore his fertility.
[Task 1: Become the owner of a villa within three days. Success will not be rewarded, while failure will result in permanent infertility.]
What the heck? There's no reward for success?
"Hey, isn't there any newcomer gift pack or anything?" Luis tried to get the last bit of benefit.
[You have one chance to draw a prize. Would you like to draw a prize now?]
Luis was speechless. He felt that if he hadn't asked that question, he might not have had any chance to win the prize.
"Draw now," Luis immediately chose.
A huge spinning wheel appeared in front of Luis, with countless grids, each grid containing an identity.
For example: painter, singing god, martial arts master, food god, Prophet, Top Conman, director, doctor, etc., densely packed, with an initial estimate of hundreds of identities.
"Are these identities just disguises?" Luis was a little confused.
However, the system did not reply. Judging from the conversation just now, this system is the kind that only answers when you ask a question, and won't answer if you don't ask.
Since you don't understand, try it out first.
As Luis gave the order, the spinning wheel began to spin rapidly. Luis didn't know which ability was better, but judging from the names, the status of the richest man was definitely the one that would best meet his current needs.
Once you become the richest person in the world, no matter where you are, becoming the first person to own a villa should be more than enough, right?
The roulette wheel slowly stopped spinning, and the pointer swept across the table step by step, soon reaching the position of the richest person.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Luis shouted in his mind, but reality did not change according to his will, and slowly and firmly swept past his identity as the richest man.
Finally, it stopped at the position of prophet.
Luis was stunned. A Prophet?
A Prophet.... In Other Words a Conman
Why was he in this position? Was he going to swindle people? Was he going to perform on the bridge and tell everyone he met that they were going to have a bloody disaster?
Luis really wanted to try again, but the system wouldn't give him that chance.
It came to a steady stop.
[Ding! You have drawn the identity of a prophet. Because the host has drawn a high-level identity, the penalty for mission one is doubled: the mission cannot be completed, you will lose your fertility for life, your fortune teller identity will be revoked, and you will be stripped of your male status!]
F...
There is no coercive mechanism that can easily eliminate male symbols, but depriving someone of their masculine identity is tantamount to becoming a eunuch.
For a man who has tasted the sweetness of sex and understands its wonders, what difference is there between becoming a eunuch and dying on the spot?
Yes... there is no difference!
Before Luis could protest, a torrent of knowledge rushed in, like a giant eggplant being forcibly stuffed into a virgin's vagina. It was more than just swelling; it was agonizing.
He groaned, startling the girl beneath him who was enjoying the afterglow. She thought Luis was about to have an epileptic seizure and quickly pushed him away, but there was no response.
Luis felt as if his head was being clamped in a splint and squeezed so hard that his brains were about to be squeezed out, and he was screaming and rolling in pain in his mind.
As time passed, the pain gradually subsided, and the knowledge became integrated into his mind. Luis eyes grew brighter and brighter, eventually shining like light bulbs in the dark.
"I never imagined that identities could have such a magical effect!" Luis muttered to himself, his eyes shining as he looked at the remaining identities on the roulette wheel.
At first, he thought these identities were just for disguise or for showing off, but he never expected that as long as he obtained an identity, he could possess all the skills associated with that identity.
Furthermore, their skills are beyond the capabilities of this era.
Taking his current role as a prophet as an example, if it were a normal skill, he could now judge people's fates, be proficient in looking at people face and fool them, all of which would be based on evidence and genuine knowledge, but the accuracy rate would be debatable.
After all, as far as the fortune tellers with real skills are concerned in 2025, although they have some mysterious abilities and can see a person's general fate, if they know your birth date and time, they may also know whether you will have a smooth life in the next few years.
However, the accuracy rate is not 100%. It may be right or it may not be right.
However, judging from the identity abilities he obtained from the system, he could see right through a person.
At this moment, Luis opened his eyes and looked at the girl beneath him.
A panel appeared in front of him.
[Fortune: Medium; will lose some money within three days.]
[Luck: Low to medium. Life is full of ups and downs. Will be destitute in old age. There will be bloodshed in the near future.]
[Lifespan: Medium, over sixty years old.]
[Romantic luck: Excellent.]
Then Luis focused his attention on the words "fortune" and saw a line of fine characters appear after "fortune".
[She will trade her body for money. She will suffer an accident at 3:36 AM tomorrow, losing 2,000 dollars]
Luis then focused his attention on Luck,
[Prostitutes are sentimental, actors are heartless; the word 'love' can be incredibly harmful. A child she conceived will die young, lifespan is sixty-one years, three months, and eight days. Tomorrow at 3:36 AM, will suffer an accident, being struck on the head with a heavy object...]
As he looked through them one by one, he realized that his identity as a prophet was no longer that of a fortune teller, but rather more like a life explorer.
He has a clear understanding of both near-term and future events.
Moreover, Luis can also use his abilities to make some changes to the future, although at present he only has the ability to see, not to change it.
That alone is already quite outrageous.
Could the system be assigning prophet a higher status and increasing the penalties for their tasks?
Honestly, if someone with that kind of ability can't acquire a villa within three days, it would be a disgrace to their status.
After retracting the panel that had been used to investigate the girls, Luis immediately felt exhausted, as if he hadn't slept all day, and his mind was foggy.
"It must be a side effect of using my ability, but I don't know how to improve my mental state."
He called out to the system, but again, there was no response.
"Boss, what's wrong? Wake up!"
The girl lying under Luis was a little panicked. Luis had just groaned in pain and then turned pale. She thought something had happened.
She knew that some men would take drugs beforehand to prolong or enjoy themselves more, but because of heart problems, they would end up dying on a woman's stomach. She had only heard of such cases, but had never actually encountered one.
If she had run into him today, she would have been traumatized for the rest of her life.
Who the hell would want a man to die on their stomach? It's not just someone dying inside the house, but another one dying at the door. Even double happiness isn't celebrated like this.
At this moment, Luis came to his senses. Because he had just used the prophet's ability, he was a little tired. He moved and rolled over on top of the girl. His penis was now soft. The condom was still stuck in the girl's vagina. His limp penis slid out with a squelch.
Luis had a feeling that although his penis was now soft, he could get hard again as soon as he wanted to, even if he had just ejaculated.
He also had a feeling that he could ejaculate immediately if he wanted to, and he could hold it in and not ejaculate even if he had sex for several hours.
This should also be one of the benefits provided by the system.
Seeing that Luis was alright, the girl breathed a sigh of relief. Then, her face immediately lit up with a smile. She reached down and pulled the condom full of semen out of her vagina, then casually threw it into the trash can next to her.