"The fuck…"
That was my immediate reaction when I heard the system's voice explaining how I could earn money—specifically, gold coins that I could use to buy skills or weapons.
For a moment, I genuinely doubted everything.
Forget the idea of being inside a high-quality fantasy epic where three worlds collide in chaos and grandeur.
No—this felt like I'd been dunked into a filthy pit of low-tier smut.
The feeling that surged through me was the same kind you'd see in a man who preaches purity, condemning lust as madness—claiming people would even lick the places for urination when consumed by it—only to go home and do the exact same thing with his wife.
The hypocrisy. The sheer absurdity.
But what does that have to do with this situation?
Exactly—nothing.
Just like this world, where I literally witnessed cultivators, modern fighter jets, and fantasy warriors clashing in a chaotic, universe-shattering war.
It had all the signs of a unique, top-tier action masterpiece.
Not a goddamn hentai simulator.
These things—smut and survival—should not be linked.
And yet, here I am.
I looked at the system, shook my head, and stretched my arm out, as if I could physically yank and toss this degenerate excuse of a system away.
Because this world felt too real.
The sensation, the air, the gravity of what I saw—it wasn't a dream.
And if this system was genuinely telling me I could earn gold by grinding women with this virgin body of mine—me, a guy whose only experience was reading harem web novels—then it was no different than those scam lotteries.
Lose your dignity, lose your soul. But hey, maybe you'll get lucky, right?
Bullshit.
Especially since I don't even have luck to begin with.
Forget harems—how is anyone supposed to survive in a place like this?
[ Ugh… Are yo—u gay… ]
Even though I tried to swipe the screen away like tearing through cheap wrapping paper, the voice still echoed in my ears—seeping into my bones.
And in that moment, something in me snapped.
A nerve popped in my forehead like a warning shot from my own fury.
"Yes, only if you are male!" With the intent to silence the system, I raised my fist at it, clearly wanting to damage the processing unit within for suggesting something so horrendous.
Bam!
[Kurgh—!?]
My fist collided as if striking a cushion, wrinkling its surface as it sank to a certain depth. The screen, like cloth made of glass, shattered at the edges before, with the force I thrust it, flying toward the door.
The screen collided, then fell like cloth struck by a ball.
[...H-host...]
"Call me gay again and get fucked, you low-tier floor mop." After colliding with the wall and falling to the floor, clearly wrinkled like wet fabric, the system slowly started to hover. I warned it, pointing my finger.
The broken, shattered edges of its frame began to heal, golden light flickering as it recovered.
[I bestowed upon you bloodlines of dragon, incubus, and whatnot... and I get this?]
"Huh?" I stood there, listening to the bluffs uttered by that system in its mechanical voice. It hovered like cloth lifted by a string, glowing gold.
It straightened instantly, releasing a sharp and sudden wave of golden rays that pressed over my crossed hands, brought reflexively in defense.
The force slid me back, my feet losing grip. My ankles gave up, and I fell to my knees.
A sharp pain assaulted my abdomen.
Clenching it with both hands, I fell to my knees, my forehead pressed to the floor, the intensity making it feel like I had just been punched.
That sudden rise—like a hero who got beaten and then released a shockwave to impose dominance—only made me more certain the system couldn't be trusted.
But this thing had actually punched me in the abdomen.
"How can a system attack its own host!?" I yelled, clearly feeling that the punch landed well. My head snapped up toward it as I tried to lift myself.
[You're the one to talk?!]
"Of course I am! I'm the owner, after all, you dog!" Hearing that golden screen yell back at me ignited my inner Egyptian emperor.
I felt offended by a slave talking back.
Yeah, come on. I wasn't just a normal protagonist going on quests like a dog chasing scraps.
The system should be helping me.
Helping me as a servant does their master.
[Dog? You punched me and now curse me. I only returned the backlash.]
"Wh-what?" As I heard the smooth voice, I realized that the punch I'd felt—along with the golden shockwave—was actually my own attack reflected back at me. It had transferred all the damage onto me.
[Hah, I'll wait for the day you wiggle under someone's boot and beg for my help—]
"...this piece of shit." I kept staring at the system. It slowly turned, like some villain after a one-on-one fight, trying to make a dramatic hero exit with an explosion in the background—like it had won.
But the frustration from last night boiled over, mixing with the present. My head overwhelmed with emotion:
Horror. Anger. Confusion. Everything surged at once, pushing my hormones into overdrive.
I realized this damn system had waited for me to lie down in defeat, just to mock my weakness—expecting I'd beg it for help.
"Stop, you punk," I finally said, clenching my fists, eyes closed, facing the ceiling, anger surging like a spear through my chest. After being flown like a coward last night, now even a slave dared to mock me.
That was enough. More than enough.
[Tch, just call me 'daddy help me' when you get your ass beaten.]
That reply from the system snapped everything. It was floating at eye level now, and my anger boiled over. It was offering me a cheat based on smut, expecting me to just accept it?
This thing was degenerate.
And to defeat a degenerate enemy... you have to become worse.
"You're dead," I said, hand dropping to my weapon. I grabbed it—around five inches, balls loaded with ammunition. The gun slowly lifted, powered by sheer determination.
My jaw clenched, saliva leaked, eyes red with fury. Fueled by the searing brainpower of a virgin, I summoned every memory of the porn I'd ever seen in my life.
And then—
"Be gay-ed, you golden shit."