After two days
"Whew... I almost died," Michael murmured under his breath, shock and fear evident in his eyes as he swung his legs off the bed.
"If it weren't for Rosie taking care of me during this time, I'd be dead by now. How ironic— the person I must care for is the one taking care of me." Michael chuckled softly.
Michael wasn't a playboy by any means. His average looks and poor background made it difficult to attract the opposite sex. At fifteen, he developed a crush on a girl who was one of the top beauties in the village. He was nervous and had spent weeks pondering his actions, but finally mustered the courage to confess his feelings. The girl just laughed at him and said...
"Aren't you being a bit too forward? Look at yourself and look at me. Why would this queen ever be with a pumpkin like you? Only nobles deserve this beauty."
She said, playfully spanking her own ass, and walked away elegantly, leaving Michael stunned and staring in astonishment at her retreating figure.
After that day, Michael's self-esteem reached rock bottom, and he vowed never to interact with girls again—except for his sister, of course—until the system came along and forced him out of his comfort zone.
Ding!
Mission: Make Celine your girlfriend.
Duration: 3 days.
Reward: God of Pleasure Fingering Technique.
Punishment: You will be blind for three days.
"Are you kidding me? How am I supposed to make a girl fall in love with me in two days?" An angry roar filled the bedroom, and the sounds of things breaking grew louder.
"Blind for three days? Really?! Is this some kind of joke?" Michael kicked a chair, sending it crashing into the wall.
"She hardly even knows I exist! And who even needs a 'God of Pleasure fingering technique'? What am I, a magician?"
***
After two years, Michael transformed from a skinny boy with ordinary looks into a successful tycoon. The frail and average appearance he once had was long gone; he now exuded the elegance of a true aristocrat. His demeanor had also changed, radiating dignity and confidence. The humble linen clothes of his past had been replaced by luxurious attire befitting his newfound status.
But his face was not happy; it was filled with bitterness
"I thought moving to the city would give me more time with Rosie. I thought I would be happy… who knew the system would be this vicious?" Michael sighed as he leaned against the balcony railing, looking down at the bustling city. It was lovely yet overwhelming. He watched as prostitutes danced in the flickering streetlights, revealing their curvaceous bodies.
After getting the system, he completed countless missions and was rewarded with many beauty creams and pills. Since he had enough for both himself and Rosie, he decided to sell some of the items. He was astonished by how obsessed people were with beauty products. The stock he sent to auction houses was snatched up in minutes.
Having generated enough wealth for himself, he decided to move to the city to enjoy a carefree life with Rosie. That's when his problems began.
Once he arrived in the city, he enjoyed only one week of bliss before the system began issuing very difficult missions, and the punishments became ridiculous. This forced him to spend less and less time at home.
He sighed.
Every mission he completed came at a cost, measured in lost moments with Rosie.
"Am I still a good brother? Am I still honoring my mother's wish by spending a few hours at home and then leaving for weeks?"
But what could he do? He felt utterly helpless in this situation. Ever since he merged with the system, his life no longer felt like his own. Everything was controlled by it; when it said jump, he had to ask how high or face punishment. Unfortunately, he couldn't talk to anyone about this. It was his personal burden. Though he trusted his sister, he didn't want to worry her by revealing that he was now a slave to some strange technology.
While Michael was lost in thought, contemplating how he could salvage his helpless situation, a gentle voice broke through the silence.
Ding!
Mission: fuck the Moongoddess.
Duration: 2 days.
Rewards: A chance to resurrect once, god-tier artifact.
Punishment: Erectile dysfunction for life.
"Are you kidding me?!" Michael exclaimed, his voice echoing through the dimly-lit room. This mission was utterly ridiculous, no matter how you looked at it. He glanced at the glowing screen, a mix of disbelief and frustration bubbling within him.
****
Gods are ethereal beings who can crumble mountains and seas with just a wave of a hand. Even the celestial heaven emperor, with all his arrogance, would never dare offend a god. Their might is so vast that the very realm itself feels threatened by their existence, which led to their removal. This is why no gods exist in the mortal realm.
There are three requirements to become a god. First, one must reach the tier 6 demigod rank. Second, one must gain sovereignty over one heavenly law. Once these two steps are completed, the final step is to create a body of laws, known as a divine body, and officially ascend to godhood, which is a tier 7 existence. In the past, reaching higher tiers wasn't that difficult; however, in today's world, all higher-level cultivation techniques have been monopolized by the nobles and royal families. Additionally, the human gods have provoked a terrifying presence in the outer realms, which has cast a world-level curse on the human race, limiting their growth to higher tiers.
In today's world, to reach any tier above tier 1, one must overcome a difficult trial imposed by the curse. If they fail, the human curse will consume all their potential, forcing them to remain stuck in one tier forever. Many ancient beings remain trapped in one tier because of the human curse, but one should not look down on them. Since they cannot progress, they have devoted all their efforts to honing their skills. In combat, they can transcend tiers and defeat beings above their ranks.
"Every person who reaches godhood must leave the realm. Now, how am I supposed to find the Moongoddess in this vast multiverse? Who knows which universe she is dancing in? And even if I do find her, will she lower her status as a goddess to be enjoyed by a mortal? Even if she does agree to that, do I want my essence to be sucked dry until I'm nothing but a skeleton?"
It is universally known that gods possess bodies with terrifying stamina and strength. The thought of wrestling such beings in bed for days can drive any man to insanity.
In other realms, these bodies are referred to as immortal bodies because, unlike mortals, they do not suffer from a limited lifespan. As long as a god is not slain in foolish wars, they can live forever.
However, that kind of life is too boring for them. So the gods start playing games, and those games soon become contests of who is stronger or weaker. In the end, it leads to divine wars that have slain many gods, leaving behind mountains of wealth.
"Argh!" Michael winced in frustration. Clearly, the system was bullying him...
"Are you kidding me? What's up with this two-day deadline? Are you really threatening my future as a man?" Michael cursed, but his outburst went unanswered.
After hours of venting his frustrations, he finally calmed down.
"Shouting like a maniac won't solve anything. I need to think this through," Michael muttered to himself as his foot began tapping on the floor.
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
He glanced up at the sky, sometimes down, sometimes left and right.
"Think… think… think… There must be a way. I just need to find it."
Tap.
Tap.
Tap.
"What is the loophole in this mission? Surely the system wouldn't give me a task I can't complete. So what's the answer to this problem?"
Tap.
Tap.
"Wait a minute," he thought, looking at the mission details again.
"Mission: 'Fuck the Moon Goddess.'"
"Hey, this mission doesn't say it has to be the real goddess; it just says to defile the goddess. Does that mean anything that represents her counts?"
An epiphany struck Michael, and a smile crept across his face.
"Well, it seems not all hope is lost. The heavens still want to see my children." Like a leopard, he pounced into action, preparing the items he would need.
"Tomorrow, I'll go to the Moon Goddess's temple and ravage her statue." A sinister smile appeared on his delicate face.
This wasn't the first time he had been forced to confront a woman. The system had presented him with many difficult missions in the past, some with ridiculous time limits. In those missions, he had no choice but to violate some women's to complete them. Though Michael didn't find joy in his deeds, desperate times call for desperate measures.
"Now, how do I deal with the guards and priests at the temple? Surely they won't just sit back and watch me desecrate their goddess's statue."
A headache throbbed through Michael's mind again.