In this world, a man's life became a coin flip the moment he even resembled an enemy of the government.
Not opposed them—just… looked like he might, someday.
People disappeared every week.
Neighbors who smiled yesterday were dragged out screaming today.
Anyone with too much awareness, too much intelligence, too much individuality—gone.
And now… even I wasn't sure how long I had left.
Every morning I woke wondering if today was the day the black-uniformed inspectors would knock on my door.
Every night I fell asleep to distant sirens, wondering whose turn it was now.
My sanity…
It felt like a candle flickering in a storm.
"I just want strength," I muttered to myself for the thousandth time.
"Something—anything—to survive in this collapsing world."
A cultivation system… yes, something like that.
A power to stand on my own two feet.
A path to grow stronger, defend myself, maybe even protect others.
But the world never gave people what they wanted.
Instead, a soft ding echoed in my mind.
"WELCOME, HOST… TO THE MULTIVERSE PORNSTAR SYSTEM"
I stared blankly.
Read it again.
Then again.
"…Are you telling me," I said slowly, voice cracking with disbelief, "that in this insane, fucked up world… instead of giving me the strength to survive—you expect me to go around and… fuck?!"
My voice rose, frustration leaking through every word.
"How am I supposed to protect myself? Defend myself? Get stronger? If this is what you've handed me?!"
The blue screen remained silent, glowing mockingly.
A laugh escaped me.
Soft.
Defeated.
"Well… what did I expect," I muttered.
"After being born into a world that basically works like a hentai setting?"
I rubbed my eyebrows, calming my breathing, forcing down the panic.
"Fine. Let's see what nonsense you're offering."
I looked closely at the notification as the words rearranged themselves again.
"Final condition completed…Detected: opposite gender in host's possession."
The message blinked on the blue panel like it was stating something perfectly normal.
"…Opposite gender… in my possession?"
I stiffened, then slowly turned my head toward Eriko, the girl turned into love doll sitting motionlessly on the sofa—her brown eyes staring blankly at nothing.
A realization hit me.
"Wait… don't tell me this system actually needed—love doll—to unlock?"
I had assumed the system awakening was just a long startup process.
Never once did I think there was a condition.
And certainly not this kind of condition.
Did I seriously unlock a system…
because I bought a love doll?
I stared at the floating screen again, my expression torn between disbelief and exhaustion.
Looking at the system's name, well… it made a twisted sort of sense now.
But the next notifications left me even more bewildered:
"Inventory Function Unlocked" "Beginner Package Received" "Task Function Activated" "Auto-Record & Upload Feature Available" "Shop Function Accessible"
"So many features…" I muttered.
"How am I supposed to even open them?"
The panel only displayed the notifications, hovering like a smug salesperson refusing to elaborate.
I rubbed my temples, thinking hard.
In cultivation novels, there was always a basic command—
I exhaled slowly and tried it.
"…Status."
The moment the word left my lips, the screen flickered— then a new panel unfolded in front of me like a curtain of light.
[STATUS Multiverse Pornstar System
Name: Kiyoshi Kirishima (Reincarnator)
Age: 15
Sex: Male
Height: 173 cm
Weight: 71.3 kg
Attributes—Constitution: 12 Soul Energy: 24 Will: 18
Corruption Progress: 3.7%Corruption Type: Lust
Trait: Reincarnator. Since the host has lived a previous life, the soul is inherently stronger. Souls grow through experience; thus, the host possesses higher resistance against corruption.
Possession: Eriko Yamane (Status)
System Functions:• Inventory• Tasks• Automatic Recording & Uploading• Shop]
My eyes scanned the list — first with curiosity, then confusion… and then they locked onto one specific line.
Corruption Progress: 3.7%
The word Corruption wasn't normal text.
It was in a jagged, pulsating font— like something alive was scratching at the panel.
As soon as I focused on it, a smaller window snapped open.
[Corruption: The erosion caused by foreign dark energy. Corrupted individuals gradually lose their personality, memories, and rationality—transforming into someone twisted and unrecognizable. A strong Will attribute slows the rate of corruption.]
A cold shiver shot up my spine.
"F—… Fuck!"
My voice cracked as I staggered back.
"I knew it! This is it— this is why everyone has been changing! Why they act strange… why they go insane!"
For years I'd watched people around me become shadows of themselves—
neighbors, classmates…
their minds warping day by day.
No one knew the cause.
But now the answer was floating in front of me.
Dark energy.
Corruption.
A silent infection eating away at humanity.
I felt my heartbeat pounding in my chest— but then my eyes drifted down to the line labeled Trait: Reincarnator.
Stronger soul.
Higher resistance.
My breath trembled out in relief.
"So that's why…" I whispered, a small, shaky smile appearing.
"That's why I was still… me. Why I didn't fall like the others."
A single trait— a single line— but it meant everything.
I wasn't surviving because I was lucky or anything.
I was surviving because I was reborn.
But just because I had resistance… didn't mean I was safe.
Resistance wasn't immunity.
And "foreign dark energy"…?
How was I supposed to defend myself from something I couldn't even see?
My pulse quickened again.
"Right… right. There was a beginner package in my inventory."
Maybe—hopefully—something inside could help me survive.
I took a breath, steadied my mind, and focused on the Inventory function.
At once, another panel expanded into view like a storage vault unfolding.
[INVENTORY
A digital spatial storage that holds items collected by the host. Total Capacity: 99 cubic meters.]
Below the description appeared a neat grid of empty boxes— 3 columns, 33 rows.
All empty except for the very first slot.
Inside that box sat a single wrapped gift—a small, ornate package with shimmering, multi-colored paper.
It didn't look normal.
The colors shifted like liquid, reflecting tiny fragments of light.
As soon as my gaze locked onto the item, a new notification chimed softly and appeared beside it.
[Would you like to open the Beginner Package? Yes / No]
I clicked Yes, curiosity and a spark of hope racing in my chest.
[Ding! Host received:
Ratchasa Vajra Body (Body Tempering Manual) ×1
Skin-Hardening Pellet (Basic Pill) ×10
Muscle-Forging Pill (Basic Pill) ×10
Blood-Purifying Pill (Basic Pill) ×10
Life-Essence Flowing Scripture (High-Grade) ×1]
I blinked, then laughed softly.
"What the hell… this system actually has a cultivation feature? Haha!"
Finally—a way to get stronger, a way to protect myself from this insane world.
My heart thumped with cautious excitement.
But I didn't immediately open the items.
First, I wanted to explore the other functions.
Task Function
Focusing on the Tasks panel, a single task appeared:
[Task Bar: Shows the host's current tasks and missions.
Current Tasks:
Title: "First Shooting"
Description: "Since you already possess a humanoid companion, record your first video and upload it to earn system points."
Reward: +10 Shopping Points, +Skin-Hardening Pellet ×10]
I froze. My expression twisted.
I had bought Eriko Yamane to protect her, not to be part of some porn system joke.
And yet… the system seemed to insist.
I took a deep breath.
It didn't matter.
Automatic Recording Function
Next, I focused on the Automatic Live Recording & Uploading function.
[Automatic Live Recording & Uploading This function automatically records and uploads content whenever the host encounters "system opportunities." Can be activated or deactivated at will. You may select which worlds to send uploads to.]
I blinked.
Convenient.
Painful as it sounded, the system practically ran itself if I wanted.
"Well… I guess I'll survive this world—even if it thinks I'm some kind of interdimensional gigolo," I muttered.
But underneath the irony, hope glimmered:
At least now I had a path to power.