Girlfriends.

Such an expensive thing—both materially and mentally in this modern era.

Let's say, when you wake up in the morning, you have to remind yourself that she exists. You have to text her. You have to plan a date. You have to listen to her nagging, which is a distraction. Some women even expect you to pay for their necessities, and I'm like... excuse me?

I mean, seriously? That's just the tip of the iceberg—and none of it sounds healthy at all.

It's not that I hate women. I just prefer enjoying my life to the fullest without being controlled.

Moreover, become young again in this new world is something I welcome. A fresh start. A clean slate.

After finishing my bench press, I sat down and stared at the mirrored wall in front of me. There, reflected back, was the greatest of all time: me.

"Yeah, no one could convince me to date someone in a hundred years... even if she were a Kardashian."

Suddenly, a familiar floating screen appeared in front of me, one that had been popping up for years now.

[To activate the system, please find a suitable partner you like.]

"No. I refuse. Tell whoever sent you to fuck off. I don't need external help to be great."

[...are you sure about that?]

Huh? This is the first time the system has responded like that.

It made me think about how far I've come—how much I've struggled—without ever relying on this so-called system.

After five years reborn to this world. Actually, my pride won't allow me to such thing like system trying to control me. Should I really give it a try now?