Endo Lukeman.
The Protagonist of Hero Supremacy. At first glance, he was the perfect protagonist.
Charismatic, confident, and a natural-born mage with untapped potential.
His charm was undeniable, his cocky smile enough to disarm anyone in his path.
But what set him apart was his unwavering focus. While most young mages were out socializing or making friends, Endo spent his days absorbed in his magic, pushing himself further than any of his peers.
And it was that very aloofness, that indifference to attention, that made him so attractive to the women he attracted as heroines.
They were pivotal to the plot, without a doubt. Each one had her own role to play, and Endo had no qualms about courting each of them, building relationships that would help him rise above the rest.
The plot was simple enough: The Hero would take all the heroines, win every battle, and, in the end, emerge victorious. A truly humble, though undeniably arrogant, hero.
But now, in a twisted turn of fate, Luther Von Astral — the villainous character he once sympathized with by Benjamin and other characters playing the game — was forced into this world, tasked with taking the heroines from Endo and rewriting the story entirely.
He couldn't help but laugh bitterly at the absurdity of it all. This was the path he now had to follow, and while the thought of sabotaging Endo's love life was distasteful, there was no other choice.
The system wasn't going to let him off the hook... and he knew that well.
[Heroine Netori System has completely initialized]
[Each time you steal a Heroine from the Hero and alter the plot, you're granted special rewards from the Heroine Netori System - you can only get the rewards after sleeping with the Heroines.]
Luther exhaled sharply, feeling a pang of disbelief at the absurdity of the situation.
The system was clear — he needed to steal Endo's heroines. Physically. And it wasn't just a choice anymore; it was a requirement for his survival.
"So I'm really going to fucking go through with this?" He thought to himself, his hands clenching into fists.
His body may have belonged to Luther, but his mind, his morality — it was still his. And he freaking loved this.
He was stuck with Luther's destiny now, and if cucking the protagonist — as the system so eloquently put it — was the key to surviving, then what else could he do? Survive.
He had to survive.
Luther's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door creaking open. He glanced up, only to be met with the face of a middle-aged man — the doctor.
He was clearly disappointed that the man wasn't the woman he had half-expected to walk through the door, but he quickly composed himself. The doctor had an aura of professionalism, his white coat and glasses giving him the air of someone who dealt with life-and-death situations daily.
The doctor sat beside him, pressing his palm against Luther's forehead. It was warm.
"How're you feeling?" the doctor asked, his voice calm and collected.
"I feel great," Luther replied, forcing a smile despite the turmoil in his mind. "Just a little bit tired."
The doctor nodded, though there was still a flicker of concern in his eyes. "Then get some rest. All you need is a little more sleep, and then you'll be free to go and train. Just don't overdo it next time and get yourself bedridden."
Luther nodded, playing along.
He needed the man to leave, to give him time alone to focus on the system and try to figure out what the hell he was supposed to do next.
His mind was still reeling from everything that had happened — from the sudden shift into this world to the appearance of the Heroine Netori System.
He could barely think straight, but the system had given him no time to acclimate. It was a race now. A race to steal as many heroines as possible and alter the course of events before the Hero's influence became too great.
The doctor seemed satisfied with his response. "You should be fine soon, I'll be taking my leave now. Rest well," he said, his voice polite but professional. He stood up, giving Luther one last look before walking toward the door.
As soon as the doctor left the room, the maid escorted him out, shutting the door behind them, leaving Luther alone in the silence.
It was a welcome change. The quiet allowed him to focus, to think about the system and what he had to do next.
He felt an odd sense of urgency; after all, every moment he wasted now could potentially be a moment lost.
He needed to understand the full extent of his abilities — both as Luther and as the one who would face the Hero.
The system wasn't just about stealing heroines; it was about manipulation, strategy, and timing.
Each heroine he claimed would level him up, but he couldn't simply rush through it.
There was a game to be played, and he had to be careful, calculating. Luther wasn't just some puppet in the game anymore. He had a chance to take control of his fate — and that was exactly what he planned to do.
With a deep breath, he opened his eyes, staring at the blue screen that had appeared before him.
[Heroine Netori System]
[Cucking Progress]
[You currently have 0 Heroines.]
[Progress: 0%]
[System Note: Come on, what you waiting for? Cuck a Hero!]
It was simple, direct, and utterly daunting. He had no heroines, no progress, and no idea where to start but that didn't matter much... Because he already had his first Heroine around.
This was the time before everything in the Academy began so his Childhood sweetheart, the first daughter of a fellow Noble family not too far away from the Von Estate was still his and he planned to claim her as his first Heroine.
"So many things to do," He muttered under his breath, "So little time... Reincarnation sure is fun,"