Jake stood on the balcony of his sprawling Beverly Hills mansion, his piercing gaze scanning the glistening nightscape below. He was no longer the confused man who had first awoken in this new world. The system had opened his eyes to the truth—power was everything, and the world was his playground. His mind corruption abilities were steadily expanding, growing darker with each conquest. Women, wealth, and power flowed to him effortlessly, and he had no intention of stopping.
Tonight, though, things were about to escalate to a level Jake hadn't imagined. His phone buzzed, and the name on the screen made him smirk: Kendall Jenner.
He had just wrapped up his dealings with Kim, her utter devotion to him making her a key player in his plans. Kim, the mastermind of influence, had fed him countless secrets about the entertainment and political elite, secrets that he would wield like a dagger. Kendall, though—she was different. She was aloof, independent, and nearly impossible to reach. But now she was coming to him.
He answered the phone. "Jake," her sultry voice cooed. "I'm on my way. We need to talk."
Jake's grin widened. This was what he had been waiting for. The system pulsed in his mind, urging him forward. Tonight will be different, the voice of the system echoed. Tonight, you'll unlock the next phase of your powers.
He closed his eyes and envisioned the possibilities. If Kendall fell under his control, her vast social influence would further cement his status in this world. But beyond that, his system whispered about the hidden potential she carried—a latent power that, if unlocked, could make Jake's shadows even more formidable.
An hour later, the doorbell rang. He sauntered downstairs, his posture confident, as he opened the door. Kendall stood there, dressed in a black leather jacket and tight jeans, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes held a mixture of curiosity and something else—something deeper, darker.
"Come in," Jake said smoothly, stepping aside to let her enter.
Kendall walked in, her every move dripping with an effortless grace that turned heads wherever she went. But tonight, it didn't matter. Tonight, her allure was just another challenge for Jake to conquer.
"What is this about, Jake?" she asked, turning to face him as she stopped in the middle of the grand living room. Her tone was sharp, guarded.
Jake leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "You called me, Kendall. I think you know what this is about."
Kendall narrowed her eyes. "I've been hearing things. You and my sister. And now I find myself...drawn to you. I don't like being manipulated."
Jake chuckled, his deep voice filling the room. "You think I've manipulated you?" He took a step forward, his eyes locking onto hers. "I don't need to manipulate anyone, Kendall. People come to me because they want to."
She crossed her arms, her defiance visible. "Then why am I here?"
Jake's eyes flashed with power, his mind brushing against hers. He could sense her inner conflict—her fierce independence clashing with an inexplicable attraction. His system hummed, ready to pull her under his control with a mere thought. But tonight, Jake wanted to test something else. He wanted Kendall to come to him willingly.
"You're here," Jake said, his voice lowering, "because you're curious. You've heard the stories, the whispers. You want to know if they're true."
Kendall's breathing quickened, but she didn't back down. "What if I'm here to stop you?"
Jake laughed softly, stepping even closer until he was inches away from her. "You won't."
For a moment, the room was silent. Kendall stared at him, her chest rising and falling as she fought the pull she felt. Jake could see the battle playing out in her mind—the desire to resist, the desire to give in. And he loved every second of it.
"I don't lose, Jake," she said finally, her voice barely a whisper.
Jake reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch electric. "You've already lost, Kendall. You just don't know it yet."
And with that, he kissed her. The moment their lips met, Jake felt a surge of energy coursing through him. His system roared to life, feeding off the intensity of the moment. Kendall's resistance shattered, and her arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer as if surrendering to an irresistible force.
In that instant, Jake felt her power—her latent energy—flow into him. Kendall wasn't just a woman of influence; she carried something much more profound within her, something the system had detected long before. As their kiss deepened, Jake unlocked that power, his shadows growing darker and more potent as her strength merged with his.
When they finally broke apart, Kendall's eyes were glazed over, her defiance completely gone. She stared at Jake with a newfound devotion, her voice trembling. "What...what did you do to me?"
Jake smiled darkly. "I've given you purpose. You belong to me now."
Kendall didn't resist. She couldn't. The system had ensured that. Jake's power over her was absolute.
But even as Kendall stood before him, fully under his control, Jake's mind was already elsewhere. The system's whispers had grown louder, urging him forward, showing him glimpses of what was to come. He saw more women—powerful women, women who would further his rise. And he saw his enemies—those who would try to stand in his way—falling one by one.
The shadows around Jake stirred, growing thicker, darker, more tangible. His control over them had reached new heights, and now, with Kendall's power flowing through him, he knew he could do more than just summon them. He could shape them, command them with a precision he hadn't had before.
He turned to Kendall, his voice smooth. "Go home. When I need you, you'll know."
Kendall nodded obediently and left without another word.
As the door closed behind her, Jake let out a breath, the exhilaration of his growing power filling him with a dark sense of satisfaction. He was becoming unstoppable.
But the system was not finished with him yet. It was hungry for more, pushing him to the brink of his ambitions. With each woman he conquered, with each enemy he eliminated, Jake felt his control over this world solidifying. His shadows were no longer just tools—they were an army. An unstoppable force.
Jake moved to the large mirror on the wall and stared at his reflection. His eyes glowed with an unnatural light, his face the very picture of dominance and corruption.
"Soon," he whispered to himself, "this world will be mine."
The shadows swirled around him, silent and deadly, awaiting his command. And Jake knew there was only one path forward—absolute domination.