I opened my eyes, only to shut them again immediately, silently praying that all of this was just a dream. But as I peeked through my lashes, the glowing screen hovering before me remained, confirming that it was indeed real. A part of me sighed in relief—this was my chance to finally achieve my greatest desire.
I pushed myself up and instinctively walked over to the mirror, needing to see what I looked like in this new world. From the countless transmigration novels and movies I'd consumed back on Earth, I knew one thing: you never look the same after transmigrating.
A pang of anxiety hit me as I imagined my old handsome face being replaced by something unrecognizable. But the moment I caught sight of my reflection, I froze, my jaw practically hitting the floor.
Staring back at me was a boy—no, a work of art. My reflection boasted a face so flawless it could topple empires with a single smile. My skin was smooth and radiant, as pure as polished jade, and my silver-white hair shimmered like moonlight, framing my sharp features perfectly.
I couldn't help but gawk.
"This… is me?" I muttered, still not believing what I was seeing.
This face was dangerous—it had the kind of beauty that would make girls fall in love at first sight and boys burn with jealousy. But then I remembered where I was. This wasn't Earth, where good looks could get you far. No, this was a world where only the strong thrived. My face might get some attention, but without power, I was just another nobody.
After admiring myself a little too long, I suddenly noticed something strange.
"Wait a minute," I muttered. "I'm… a kid?" My voice rose in disbelief. "I'm thirteen? A freaking thirteen-year-old boy?! What the—"
Before I could finish, the system's voice echoed in my head, interrupting me.
{Quiet! You're drawing attention. You just woke up in this world—try to act normal, for heaven's sake.}
"Alright, alright," I whispered. "I'll try to behave. But hey, system… what's your name?"
{How many times do I have to explain myself? I am the Lothario System.}
I frowned. "Why are you so mean to me?"
The system's reply was as cold as ever.
{Because I think you're not capable of handling the task at hand.}
I smirked. "Oh, just wait and see. I'll show you how capable I am."
The system chuckled darkly.
{Now you're starting to sound interesting. I want a host who's solely focused on conquering women—not some spineless idiot. But let me make one thing clear. I despise two things: gays and incest. If you ever entertain those ideas, you'd better pray for death before I personally deal with you.}
I blinked, shocked at its bluntness.
"Well," I said, trying to sound calm, "I'd rather hang myself than go down that road."
{Good. Then we're on the same page.}
I decided to ask the question that had been bugging me. "Hey, system, can you tell me more about this world—"
Before I could finish, a voice echoed from somewhere nearby, cutting me off.