Kaizen slid down the side of the bed like a discarded sack of dog meat, staring at the ceiling with eyes that had lost all their luster.
"System! Ancestor! What do you mean this junior has a Vile Curse upon his mortal coil?!"
[It means, host, that a high-level expert has placed a profound seal upon your gate. To put it in mortal terms: you have been spiritually neutered.]
[The curse is truly vile. It makes the 'Small Seed Society' look like giants.]
"..."
Kaizen inhaled a mouthful of turbid air. This system was either a Peerless Trolling Artifact or its processor was made of fermented tofu.
"System, listen to this junior carefully. I want to know the source of this curse. I want to know who has the gall to target my pumpkin seed! Speak, or I shall court death right here!"
[The exact origin of the 'Hex of the Thousand-Year Eunuch' is unknown, host. However, it functions as a Supreme Seal, completely blocking your path to awakening.]
[Under normal circumstances, you would need to find the caster, refine ten thousand Year-Old Ginsengs, and meditate in the 'Pool of Extreme Yang' for three centuries to cleanse your soul... unless...]
Kaizen's eye twitched with the force of a thousand lightning strikes.
"Unless what?! Speak quickly, don't keep this junior in suspense!"
[Unless, of course, you fully merge your soul with the Path of the Demon Lord of Lust. By doing so, you can bypass the Heavenly Laws, shatter the seal, and achieve a breakthrough faster than a rabbit in heat.]
[You can then extract your revenge against the adulterous dogs who wore you like a green hat. The ones who slaughtered your family. The ones who mocked your peanut...]
Kaizen's glowing red eyes darkened. His comedic breakdown vanished, replaced by a cold, suffocating killing intent that could freeze the nine heavens.
Arthur Blackwood. Lilian Moreau. They thought they had seen the end of him? They had eyes but failed to see the vengeful ghost returning from the abyss!
"System, I accept the terms! Tell me the secret technique to break this curse and reclaim my Heavenly Pillar!"
[Host, it is incredibly simple. You must cultivate 'Lust Points' by performing acts of extreme, world-shattering pervertedness.]
"..."
[...]
"What did you just say? This junior thinks his ears have been corrupted by a demonic beast."
[Host, since your 'Heavenly Gate' is sealed, you cannot farm normal Experience Points by killing slimes or doing push-ups.]
[You must use a 'Forbidden Currency.' The Lust Point system exists entirely outside the boundaries of the Vile Hex.]
[In simpler terms: the more of a complete degenerate you are, the faster you grow. Acting like a 'Young Master of a Perverted Sect' allows you to bypass the curse.]
[Good luck, host! Remember to be a responsible predator of jade-skinned beauties!]
. .. ...
The night passed in a blur of resentment. Because his "trash vessel" was too weak, Kaizen fell into a deep, coma-like sleep, dreaming of 13-inch victories.
In the morning, the first thing he did was grab a pen and write down his enemies' names in a 'Death Diary,' ranking them by the intensity of his hatred.
Nine names. Nine generations to be exterminated.
Arthur Blackwood
Lilian Morea
Adrian Vale
Clara Whitfield
Julian Cross
Elise Laurent
Nathan Reed
Iris Caldwell
Victor Hayes
Kaizen stared at the names in his diary with a killing intent so cold it could freeze the boiling seas of the Underworld.
Arthur Blackwood. The "Sworn Brother" who was actually a dog in human skin.
At the time of the betrayal, he was Level 97, a terrifying monster.
Then there was Lilian, the "Jade-like Beauty" who was actually a breeding cavern for any man with a large enough rod. She was Level 86.
The rest of the list was a collection of trash and backstabbers, ending with Victor Hayes.
A Level 35 Ice Mage with a soul more crooked than a mountain path and a personality as insecure as a eunuch in a brothel.
"Wait for me," Romeo hissed, coughing up a small glob of turbid blood. "I will return your 'kindness' ten-thousand-fold."
He slammed the diary shut and locked it away just as a soft, rhythmic knock sounded.
The door creaked open without his permission, revealing a woman who was a literal walking calamity for any man's self-control.
"Young Master Romeo, this maid is here for the daily cleansing of your room."
Kaizen's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. He had seen Lilian, a woman praised as a Peerless Flower, but the girl standing before him was a raw, primal Succubus in a maid outfit!
She was five-feet-five of concentrated sin.
Her classic black-and-white uniform was clearly forged in the fires of a perverted blacksmith—it was at least three sizes too small.
The white fabric over her chest was screaming for mercy, straining against a pair of massive, heavy 'Jade Melons' that looked ready to explode out of the buttons with the force of a Level 100 breakthrough.
Her waist was snatched so tightly it looked like a single hand could snap it, flaring out into a pair of 'Heavenly Wide Hips' that could bear a legion of emperors.
The skirt was a mere suggestion, barely clinging to the bottom of her plump, jiggly 'Peach' and riding dangerously high up her thick, snow-white thighs.
Every step she took caused her 'Jade Mountains' to bounce like war drums, while her 'Imperial Thighs' jiggled in a way that would make a thousand-year-old monk forsake his vows and descend into madness.
Kaizen looked down at his "little brother." The pumpkin seed was trying to salute, but under the weight of the 'Vile Curse,' it looked like a tiny, vibrating grape.
Oh, and this guy's name was Romeo Lovecraft. Young son of a declined and bankrupt noble house. Romeo of house Lovecraft.
'The name does have a ring to it especially in the matters of romance, but alas what can I do with a literal pumpkin seed.'
'Romeo Lovecraft... you lucky dog. You were living with a Succubus and you spent your days crying in the corner? Truly, you had eyes but failed to see Mount Tai!'
He could only sigh. But at the same moment he got a system message.
[Ding! System Notice!]
[Leering at a Divine Vessel: +5 Lust Points!]
Romeo's heart skipped a beat. He quickly summoned his status.
[Name: Romeo Lovecraft]
[Level: 0]
[Status: Crippled (vile curse)]
[Age: 19]
[Race: Human]
[Attribute points: 10 (locked)]
[Lust points: 5]
[Skill: None]
[Get 95 more Lust points to break this curse and awaken]
[Strength: 3]
[Constitution: 0]
[Agility: 4]
[Intelligence: 10]
[Charm: 7]
This was complete garbage to look at.
Kaizen, or rather, Romeo just ignored the pathetic stats completely and focused on the lust points.
He got five points from just staring at this hot maid's body. He only needed 95 more points to break his curse and awaken.
This means his path to power is clear.
His lips curved up into a wide grin.
He looked at the thick maid who was bending over to prepare her cleaning supplies without his permission giving him a perfect view of her plump ass stretching the thin skirt.
His path to power was as clear as a jade spring! He didn't need to cultivate mana; he needed to cultivate SHAMELESSNESS!
'If a simple look gives me five points, then this junior shall become the most dedicated observer in history!'
Romeo let out a wide, predatory grin.
"Lily, make sure you clean this room thoroughly. Do not miss a single moist corner or dark crevice."
Lily blinked her glowing purple eyes, her thick lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
The Young Master had never spoken to her before; he usually looked like a depressed ghost.
But now? He looked like a hungry wolf eyeing a prime piece of meat.
"Clean that spot over there by the window," Romeo commanded, pointing to a random patch of floorboards.
Lily nodded obediently and knelt down. As she began to scrub, her tiny black skirt hiked up to her waist.
Romeo was blessed with a glorious, soul-shattering view of her plump 'Peach' wrapped tightly in thin, translucent white lace.
He stared at the soft, pale flesh squishing together with every aggressive stroke of her brush.
[Ding! Voyeuristic Gaze of the Demon Sovereign: +15 Lust Points!]
Romeo almost pumped his fist in the air. This was the greatest "grinding" session of his life! No sword, no blood, just pure, unadulterated degeneracy!
"Oh, the top of the wardrobe looks incredibly dusty, Lily."
Lily stood on her tiptoes, reaching her arms high. Her heavy breasts lifted upward, straining against the buttons until a 'Snap!' echoed in the room.
A button flew off like a projectile, hitting the wall.
The fabric parted, revealing the deep, snowy valley between her massive melons, slick with a thin layer of 'Maiden's Sweat.'
[Ding! Shameless Staring at the Sacred Valley: +20 Lust Points!]
Romeo licked his lips. His throat was parched.
"Excellent work, Lily. Now... check under the bed. I believe I dropped a... very precious seed down there."
Lily got down on her hands and knees, crawling toward the wooden frame.
Her upper body disappeared into the shadows, leaving her glorious lower half sticking out like a divine sacrifice on an altar.
Her thick white thighs were spread slightly apart, and the thin lace was fully exposed to the morning air, damp with her natural essence.
Romeo saw his golden opportunity. He had the Eye of the Devil, and he would use it to see the very core of her soul!
He quietly stepped forward, crouched down right behind her quivering 'Peach,' and took a deep, aggressive, soul-shattering whiff of her scent.