DING~
Jean froze.
His heartbeat quickened as a soft hum echoed in his skull—followed by a glowing holographic interface forming in mid-air.
A surge of electricity ran through Jean's body. His eyes widened.
Welcome, Jean Mark Holland.
Race: HUMAN
Age: 6 (Mental Age: 27)
Class: NONE
Rank: UNRANKED
Title(s): NONE
Talent Grade: [HIDDEN]
—— [BASE STATS] ——
HP: 102
MP: [LOCKED]
STR: 5
AGL: 6
END: 8
STA: 7
INT: 10
WIS: 12
CHR: 9
[Growth Mode: Active]
And then, a voice—cool, collected, and a little smug—spoke directly into his mind:
> "Welcome, Host. The Omni Path System is now fully online. Took you long enough."
Jean blinked. "Wait… you talk?"
> "Of course. Did you think I was some second-rate status screen? I am your guide, your weapon, your forge—and your judge."
Jean grinned. "You're cocky. I like it."
> "Confidence is earned. Let's see if you'll be worthy of it."
---
> [1. QUEST MODULE]
Your growth is now tied to action.
Complete quests to grow stronger, smarter, faster—better.
Fail, and you regress. No effort, no power.
▸ Quests include:
‣ Daily Training
‣ Hidden Tasks
‣ Narrative Events
‣ Milestone Rewards
Failure triggers stat penalties and multiplier reduction.
Reward: Growth, system access, future upgrades.
CURRENT DAILY QUEST
PUSH-UPS – 0/100
SIT-UPS – 0/100
SQUATS – 0/100
RUN – 0/100 km
REWARD: +1 to All Base Stats
FAILURE: -1 to All Base Stats
DUE: 00:00 System Time (Daily Reset)
Jean stared at the running requirement.
"...One hundred kilometers? Are you trying to kill me? I'm six. SIX!"
> "Correction: Your body is six. Your soul is twenty-seven. Use your brain. Adapt. Get creative."
"...You're lucky the reward's good."
---
> [2. MULTIPLIER MODULE]
Your power is amplified based on effort, momentum, and performance.
The harder you push, the more you gain. Slacking resets your bonus.
Current Multiplier: x10
Max Potential: x1,000,000
▸ Applies to:
‣ Quest Rewards
‣ Stat Growth
‣ Item Drop Rates
‣ Skill Mastery Speed
Warning: Multiplier drops if quests are failed or effort decreases.
Active Streak: [0 Days]
Jean's jaw dropped. "So if I do the daily quests every day, I just… keep stacking growth? Exponentially?"
> "Exactly. Keep up the momentum and this world won't know what hit it."
"Break the chain, though… and it all crumbles."
Jean muttered, "Hardcore. I like it."
> "Then stop talking and start planning."
---
Jean chuckled to himself, feeling the fire reignite in his chest.
Six years. He waited six long years for this moment. Reincarnated into a wealthy, powerful family—but powerless himself.
Not anymore.
---
Knock Knock
His thoughts snapped back to the real world.
"Who is it?"
"Young master, it's me—Rachel. Master and Mistress are asking for you in the dining hall," a sweet voice called.
Jean blinked. "Crap. I forgot about breakfast."
He opened the door—and came face-to-face with a dark-skinned goddess in a maid outfit.
Rachel: tall, elegant, curves that defied gravity, and a face that smiled mischief. Jean's little six-year-old heart almost gave out.
> "You are so not ready for this world."
"Shut it," Jean muttered to the system.
"Had enough, young master?" Rachel said, amused at his flustered expression.
"Ahem. Let's not keep Mom and Dad waiting," Jean said, walking ahead—very, very quickly.
---
The dining hall awaited. Two black-suited guards opened the double doors for him.
Rachel stopped just short of entering, throwing a final grenade of temptation over her shoulder.
"I'll be right here, young master~"
Jean stumbled. Why did I die a virgin? he lamented dramatically.
---
Inside, the air was warm. Luxurious. Familiar.
"Come here, my little bundle of joy. How was your sleep, hmm?" cooed Sara Holland—mother, model, walking perfection.
Jean smiled. "Sweet as sugar, Mom. What about you?"
"Looks like I'm invisible again," grumbled Tyler, his father, half-hidden behind a sleek designer newspaper.
Sara shot him a glare. "Put the paper down and eat. He starts school today."
Tyler lowered the paper. His smirk made Sara blush slightly.
Jean sighed. Every. Single. Morning.
> "Still not as weird as your last life's family."
"Don't remind me."
"So, Jean," Tyler said, "Ready to start school?"
Sara leaned in slightly, awaiting his answer.
Jean's smile turned sharp inside. Access to training grounds, excuses for exercise, no suspicious parents. Jackpot.
He smiled innocently. "I'd love to! I think it's about time I made new friends."
Sara and Tyler melted.
> "You manipulative little imp. I'm so proud."