[Failure Penalty: Dick Shrunk by Half]
"FUCK!"
Pain shot through me—not like any stabbing, punching, or broken-bone pain I'd known. No. This was nuclear humiliation. My body betrayed me, trembling like a newborn, sprawled on a blood-soaked street while chaos reigned around me.
Dead bodies. Screeching footsteps. Two of New York's biggest gangs tangled in my personal nightmare—all orchestrated by a gold-digging hooker.
My veins popped. My face boiled. I had everything, and now? This? A trembling wreck. "For a split second, I thought of Luna's smile — and then reality burned it away."
Leaving her—that was my biggest mistake. I had been too much of a Brute to change or even listen to her words. Tears stung my eyes.
The system's floating text mocked me in red letters:
[Penalty in progress. Dick reduced by 50%.]
I spat blood from a cut on my lip, scanning for an exit.
"Bring it on, you sadistic bastard. Whoever coded you must've been a massive cuck." For now, I'd keep the brute façade until I uncovered the truth.
> [System: You have offended the Admin]
[Commencing summon: Gatekeeper — Hellebore]
A soft mewl echoed. A cat padded toward me.
I froze. Then I laughed—bitter, sharp, tasting blood and irony.
"Seriously? This is your Gatekeeper?" This cat wouldn't even open its mouth to devour me like some elder-itch god, would it?
"Oh, wait… are you trying to choke me by making me laugh too hard at this?"
The feline leapt, claws raking my face. Pain exploded. Blood mixed with humiliation.
My previous life—the money, the women, the respect—all gone. Reduced to this… groveling mess of a man, while a cat judged me from three feet away.
"FUCK! I shouldn't have let my guard down," I growled, tasting irony and blood.
[Penalty complete. Lesson learned]
…[Admin Connected]
My eyes snapped open. The "client is always right" part of me flared up. I didn't know this Admin, but I knew one thing: I had rights. Who was I going to exploit first?
The blood-soaked dumpster around me was empty. This fucker must be hiding somewhere, laughing at my reaction.
"Bro, I'm in your head," a lazy voice said, crunching chips.
"You fuckin' Admin—this is all your fault!" I tried to hurl every ounce of emotional damage I could think of at him.
"Wait, wait," he interrupted, calm as ever.
"I'm just the engineer—system rewards, penalties, whatever. The quests? Those come from higher-ups. Not me."
"You can file a complaint," he added, "but it'd take forever, and revising it takes even longer. Bureaucracy, you know?"
Even through the pain, I blinked in disbelief. "Bureaucracy? Really?"
"The fuck?" I snarled, pressing a finger to my bleeding bullet hole. Few things anger a dying man more than bureaucracy.
"Chill, dude. Don't give me those eyes," he said, crunching chips. "Even omnipotents can't escape it."
"But," he slowed, voice serious, "there's a workaround." My heart sank. Don't tell me it involves being a slave.
"Ahem—I'll need some motivation first.", "A hundred points should do."
I grinned. Finally cracked his code, feed their type and they wag like dogs.
I transferred the points. His private tag flashed: [Scarlet Prince]. Good. Noted.
"Alright," he said, businesslike, "here's the deal. We fake your death. System deactivates, I take your soul, reincarnate you. Once things calm down, system back online."
"Ok, and the catch?"
He froze. Like I'd exposed a pyramid scheme.
"No scheme," he said. "Everyone's happy. You live happily ever after."
Damn, not even trying to hide it. I'd handled scammers like him before—time to play along
I signed the virtual paper. It repeated three times: He isn't responsible for anything that happens to you. A fleeting thought: Was this really okay? My chaotic, horny self shoved it aside, along with the slim hope of seeing Luna again.
The moment I signed, a vacuum-like force yanked me in a narrow space. Darkness swallowed me. Shadow realm? Perfect.
I pressed against the walls. Iron doors? The only opening looked like a closet. This new body wasn't the brightest, but I was too afraid to ask.
Footsteps. Hills of sound. A womanly perfume hit my nose. A fast unlocking sound—my heart sank.
I staggered backward. Heaven on two legs: long, plump thighs, tight mini skirt. My teacher. Meanwhile, I was the fat loser of the class.
"I take it back—being a slave is way better."
My body trembled. What would Luna think seeing me like this?
Ding.
[Quest: Get Laid, You Cunt! (10 minutes left)]
[Failure Penalty: Dick Shrunk by Half]
I jolted. The same damn quest? And why did the system sound angry at me? Did that fucker mess it up?
Pushing the thought aside, I forced the brightest smile on my chubby face. Please don't laugh at me.
"Hello, teacher. Thank you for your help."
"It's okay, Mark. If those guys bother you again, come to me," she said, patting my back. God, what I hated most were those pitiful eyes
But compared to getting punched in the face, this way better.
"It's alright, teacher. We were just joking," I replied.
She nodded and walked away.
I whistled. Look at that… fine ass, but pain surged through my bruised body. Now I know why the original owner had died.
"Can I even survive the rest of the day? I managed a weak, wry smile."
Opening my system interference, I froze.
A soul-crushing cry tore through my vocal cords. I wailed like a woman who had lost three children, her last son taken in war.
Why?
The glaring -1 billion points reminded me: never trust a scammer.
Even the IRS would've had mercy.
"Still dizzy from the loss, I opened the backpack messages…"
Skimming the messages, I found this slob lived with a MILF roommate.
I smacked my lips, 'finally some fucking food, recalling that body that screamed 'fuck me'.
And unusually enough she was also interested in me, why? Simply because of my dick down here.
Seeing the chilling monster in my pants, I smiled, at least I didn't lose a lot of this deal.
And for those kids who did that—
I promise, they'll regret ever being born.