**When I opened my eyes with difficulty, the light before me was strange—not like the usual sunlight, but brighter, yet soft on the eyes. I took a deep breath and slowly sat up on the bed. My head was pounding with an unfamiliar pain. I tried to recall the last thing I did. Ah yes, I was playing my favorite game, Heatline."
I whispered to myself in a faint voice, "After finishing it and watching the ending, I turned off the device and went to sleep... So what is happening now?"
While I was lost in thought, a strange and deep voice interrupted my musings.
"System synchronization initiated..."
Before I could fully grasp what was happening, a transparent blue screen appeared, floating in the air. The black letters on it seemed to pulse as if alive.
"System synchronization: 50%"
I watched the screen in shock as the percentage steadily rose.
"75%... 90%... 100%"
Finally, the screen disappeared, and the strange voice returned again:
"Steal System activated."
I said in a trembling voice, "Steal System? What the hell is that?"
But the system completely ignored my question. The voice returned, clearer this time:
"You are now inside the world of the game Heatline. To survive, you must marry the heroines and establish physical relationships with them, whether they are good or evil."
The voice stopped, as if giving me a moment to digest the shock. I stayed silent, but inside, I was screaming. Finally, I said aloud:
"What...? Are you telling me...? Have I been transported into the world of Heatline?"
The game... Heatline. That obscure game I loved so much. The reason? It's obvious—the intimate scenes were incredibly exciting. Damn it! The story wasn't bad either. It revolved around the protagonist, named Virus, and his journey of building relationships with the heroines, making love to them, and then continuing his quest to defeat the forces of evil. It was a cliché story, sure, but still, it had its charm.
But now... I'm here? Inside the game?
The voice returned again, as if confirming my suspicions:
"That's correct. To interact with your personal information, simply say 'Status Window' in your mind."
I quickly said, "Status Window."
A new screen appeared before me, filled with information:
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Name: Cayron Evernight
Age: 16 years
Lineage: Locked
Skills:
Eagle Vision: Allows you to see the affection levels of heroines and uncover hidden truths (Upgradeable).
Magical Abilities: Almost non-existent
System Shop: Locked (Will unlock upon meeting the first heroine).
System Points: 0 (Earned by building affection with heroines and engaging in intimate activities).
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I stared at the screen in indescribable shock. The words before me felt like a bad joke.
"Are you saying I am now Cayron Evernight? The second son of Duke Evernight? The handsome guy infamous for his cunning actions and disgraceful reputation? And now I'm here, inside the game? Damn it!"
I sat on the bed, holding my head in my hands, trying to process the situation. Memories of Cayron's character began to flood my mind. He wasn't just known for his looks, but also for the horrible actions that had tarnished his reputation.
"Oh God, how am I supposed to live here? Everyone hates me. Every character in the game, whether it's the heroines or the side characters, sees me as an arrogant fool. And this system... Damn it, do I really have to court the heroines?"
I tried to calm myself and remembered what the system said.
"The System Shop is locked... The first heroine..."
I lifted my gaze and looked around the room for the first time. It was large and luxurious, filled with elegant, classical furniture. The bed I was sitting on was covered in silk sheets, and the walls were adorned with old paintings. It felt like I was in a medieval castle.
But before I could explore further, I heard a knock on the door.
"Master Cayron, it's time to prepare for your meeting with the Duke, your father."
I gasped in fear. "The Duke...? My father?!"