The System Function Card shimred faintly, pulsing with a rhythm that didn't belong to the room—like it was alive, like it could feel him staring back. His hand didn't shake. He wasn't scared.
He was ready.
Without a word, he crushed it between his fingers.
There was no explosion. No dramatic flash. Just a wave.
A warm current surged through him, not from the outside but from sowhere deeper—like sothing had crawled under his skin and started reading him, cell by cell, mory by mory.
He could feel it rifling through every mont. Every bruise. Every sleepless night. Every insult, betrayal, and pathetic smile he'd ever forced through clenched teeth.
It wasn't pain. It wasn't even pleasure.
It was clarity.
Then the voice returned—calm, unshaken, and divine.
[Ding! Ultimate System Function Unlocked.]
[System type and all functions are tailored to the Host's desire to rise, dominate, and evolve from a nobody.]
Jayden's breathing slowed as the air around him grew heavier.
[Ding! Soul Type Detected.]
[Analyzing Soul Traits...]
—Emotionless:
Due to recent betrayal, public humiliation, and years of unchecked hardship, the Host has transcended his forr state as a broken, emotional simp and pathological pleaser.
Emotions will no longer interfere with your decision-making.
Cold logic will dominate.
You will endure.
You will execute.
—Craving:
The Host's soul exhibits an insatiable desire to break through every limit—ntal, physical, social.
Rise at all costs. Survive at all costs. Win at all costs.
No matter what it takes.
—Unforgiving:
Forgiveness is no longer coded into your emotional frawork.
Before you move forward, your soul demands balance—and that ans retribution.
You will repay every scar with interest.
Jayden's eyes didn't blink once.
Every word felt carved straight from his chest. This wasn't so system guessing at who he was—this was truth. The raw kind. The kind you spend years trying to bury.
He didn't deny it.
He accepted it.
[Ding! Revenge Mission Assigned.]
Objective will be revealed later.
[Ding! Empire and Harem Function will be Unlocked if the host wishes.
Host craves dominion. Legacy. Ownership.
You were never ant to follow. You were built to create—your own empire, your own power structure, your own circle. And the system will help you build it—brick by brick, woman by woman, throne by throne!]
Jayden exhaled. His stare was blank, but inside, the fire roared louder.
No words.
No smirk.
Just silence—and a storm that had waited seventeen years for permission to rise.
[Ding! System Functions Activated.]
[Ultimate Copy and Paste: Host can copy and paste anything into reality—limited only by your own wants.]
Jayden blinked. "Excuse ?"
Before he could fully process that fever-dream level of power, the system chid again.
[However—Host can only copy and paste money into reality using your own funds at a 10x rate.]
[Current Setting: 10x Cashback Function Activated for instance— $1 copied = $10 pasted into reality.]
[Bonus: For every woman acquired, Host can copy and paste her total wealth directly into Host's personal asset pool.]
[Note: All other things—skills, items, knowledge, even influence—can be copied and pasted without restrictions.]
Jayden didn't blink.
He just leaned back slightly, processing, piecing it together in that cold, quiet way he always did.
"So I can copy anything I see... clothes, tech, a goddamn Bugatti, even soone's voice or skill—but when it cos to cash, I gotta use my own?"
It made sense. Annoyingly. But there must so other underlying anings and restrictions and Jayden knew he might be overheating his reaction.
If it wasn't capped, he'd be pasting Elon Musk's entire net worth before lunch and watching it multiply tenfold just because the universe liked his vibe. Instant trillionaire. Instant "oops-I-just-bought-Arica" energy.
So yeah—fair trade.
Still... a 10x return on his own money?
That was brutal in the best way.
Copy $1, paste $10. Spend $100, paste a thousand.
Simple. Dirty. Beautiful.
He didn't even think about complaining. Not for a second. He'd find out other restrictions when he tests the system out. Although his situation was beyond realist, he knew so things were even in the most impossible reality followed a certain rule.
Limit!
But still this wasn't a system. It was a cheat code. A personalized, post-trauma upgrade from the universe itself.
Sweet.
He grinned faintly—no loud laughter, no delusions—just the smallest hint of satisfaction resting in the corner of his smirk.
This was the start.
And even with restrictions?
He was going to break the world.
[Harem Function: Host receives a bonus for every woman officially registered as a partner. To be registered, emotional authenticity is required—Host must be in love. This prevents system cheating!]
"Oh, so the literal cheat code didn't want to be cheated. How poetic. No thief likes being robbed," Jayden thought, and for once, he didn't even disagree.
Restriction or not, he wasn't the type to hand out the word "mine" like it ca cheap. Not anymore. Not after everything. If soone was going to be counted as his—by the system or by the world—then he had to love them. Not like. Not convenience. Not attraction. Love. And in return, they had to love him too.
That part? That second half of the deal? That's where it always got complicated.
Amara had taught him that. Not with a lecture, not with so dramatic scene, but with a lesson etched into the silence between her words and public humiliation. You don't give your heart to soone who's still chasing ghosts. And Jayden—God help him—had learned the hard way that love isn't always given in return. Sotis people promise you the world while their eyes are still staring at soone else's sky.
He didn't want to end up that guy again. The one who gave his everything and got "you believed —that's on you" in return.
So now, even with the system dangling wealth and bonuses and power, every woman he t looked like a red flag dressed in pretty skin. And maybe that was unfair. Maybe so of them were genuine. But how the hell was he supposed to know? Words were cheap. Smiles were performance. Promises could be sold wholesale in this world. Even with gold dripping from his pockets, Jayden didn't feel rich. He felt cautious. He felt wired. Like falling in love again was a cliff with no bottom.
Call him a fool. Call him delusional. But don't call him a simp.
Because despite everything—even after the breakup, the beatdown, the betrayal—he still believed in love. Only now, money ca first. Not because he was shallow. But because he'd learned. Money doesn't lie to you in bed. It doesn't ghost you in the morning. It doesn't kiss soone else in a hallway and then tell you it's your fault for trusting them.
One day, he'd fall for soone again. He knew that. But when that day ca, he didn't want it to be for a payout. He didn't want to stand in front of her and wonder whether he loved her or just loved the rebate that ca with her na.
He'd been hurt. Lied to. Used. But as cold as he'd beco, he wasn't about to do the sa to soone else. So innocent, beautiful soul who didn't deserve to be part of his trauma-baggage redemption arc.
[Ding! Host can see his affection to woman and their affection to you!
By reaching 50% affection, the individual is registered as a partner and bonded to the system.
Host would then be able to copy and paste their wealth into 10x yours.]
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