Novel & Cerita My Pick Up Artist System

' 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

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

"Besides, you know our rule. You can't go out with him. I've already marked him as mine and no one gets to go out with both Harper twins. That's not how it works." "As yours? You marked him as yours? What did you do? Pee on him? Is there a brand on his ass I should look for? Besides, you don't really want him. This was just to get the car fixed. And what about Brad?" "Brad was to get to Mitch, who was to get the car fixed. Do you really not know how this works?" "I know how you work. It's not how I work, however." "It's the way the world works, Aimee. It's a barter system that's as old as time. I didn't create the system. I just know how to maneuver within it."

"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.

Barely eighteen hundred credits total after equipment costs, handler fees, and the various taxes the system extracted. Eighteen hundred credits for risking my life forty-three times. The Entertainment Circuit paid better, but that was gambling. Win big or lose everything. I’d seen Hunters bet their last credits on fights they couldn’t win, desperate to advance faster than the system allowed. Most of them died broke. I stared at the ceiling and wondered if this was what Eugene had felt. This grinding exhaustion. This knowledge that the system was designed to break you slowly while pretending to offer hope. A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts.