My Pick Up Artist System 소설 & 이야기

It was perfect in the most beautiful way. Vincent Roland, the billionaire, CEO, an utterly powerful man had sat down and made something with his own hands just for me. And now the system wanted me to destroy it. I stared at the screen. “You’re joking.” [TASK REQUIRED FOR REWARD] oh yeah? And what if I did not want the stupid reward? For a moment, I almost refused. But I had learned this lesson a long time ago that the system had its ways of getting me to do what it wants.

He stuttered, slowly crawling backwards. "I need to speak to your boss. I'm what you could call a... Well, actually you don't have to call me anything, either take me to your boss or die. Your choice." He said, using his new skill pressure to easily convince the man to do his bidding. "O-Ok, Ok! Please just don't hurt me!" He said, begging for his life. Even without the ability to sense magic, he could tell that Xolvion was one scary guy.

" In my previous life, Emily chose the Beauty System. She believed beauty was the fastest way into America's elite social circles. But once beauty actually opened those doors and she entered a world of billionaires, celebrities, and old-money heirs, she discovered something she'd never expected. Beauty wasn't rare. The wealthy young men around her treated her like a beautiful accessory for showing off for a while, not a person they truly loved. They were obsessed with her appearance. But only for a season. When the Beauty System determined she had failed to earn anyone's genuine love, it reclaimed every gift it had ever given her. She lost her extraordinary beauty overnight. Her wealthy bene

They’d offered—then reminded him of it every other day since. He tossed the phone aside. No girlfriend. No friends. No support. Just debt, ridicule, and a future that looked darker than the night outside. Maybe they were right. Maybe he was nothing. He stared at the ceiling. “What’s the point?” he muttered. Suddenly— DING. His phone lit up with a strange notification: 🔔 SYSTEM BOOTING… Welcome, Ethan Reyes. You have been selected. Initializing: Trillionaire System. Please remain still. He blinked.

I lowered my head to kiss his chest as encouragement. “I was left at a church when I was young.” He began then stopped. I kissed him again to let him know I was here for him, through this. “When I was three they gave me away to the system. At that time the system was shittier than now. I was moved from home to home but all of them were abusive. When I was nine I left to the streets. I began pickpocketing and I quickly got good at it. I could feed myself but I knew I needed more so I watched the streets, saw how things worked, who operated what. I convinced this pimp to make me his informant. I could crawl around places, spy for him like a rat. He took me up on the offer and I got him the inf

' The uncomfortable feeling in his heart grew worse when the thing still didn't shut up and only went silent for a minute or so before returning to being like a persistent salesman hell-bent on pushing his product to an annoyed customer. This became the worst after it kept repeatedly shoving to his face a screen showing: [DING!] [System Prompt: Qualifying Mission] System Task: Bed The Best Girl System Introduction: This is an exalted System, you see. Prove you'll worthy of getting bound by this great System. Show some guts. Shed your innocence because this world is never as nice you dream it to be. What do you need to do? Simple, bed the best girl. And when I said 'bed', it means screwing he

"Look at the signature at the bottom. That’s your code, isn't it? The one they assigned you for the estate mission. It’s marked for 'archival.' That means dead, Marcus. They aren't paying you. They’re erasing you." He stares at the screen, his breath hitching. The arrogance is gone, replaced by a raw, naked terror. "How did you... how did you get this?" "I built the system," I say, leaning back, the darkness outside the window reflecting my own cold, hollow expression. "I know every back door, every loophole, and every dirty secret they’ve tried to bury. If you want to live, you start working for me. You tell me everything, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll get to see tomorrow."

"How long until I go back, System?" "Seven days. You have one week to bid farewell to this world." I lowered my gaze, understanding. Even if I didn't like my original world, I had no other choice. It took true betrayal from John for me to realize that there was no one more reliable in this world than myself. Rather than placing everything in someone else’s hands, it was better to take control myself. Meanwhile, a trending topic suddenly appeared on social media. It was footage of John and Ivy travelling together in Franconia. In the video, the two of them were inseparable, like newlyweds, their faces full of happiness.