"That's how it ends? Seriously?" he shouted, his words echoing throughout the room.
A man in his thirties stared at his cell phone with an expression of disgust and even a hint of anger.
"The cursed sorceress died tragically, the elegant swordswoman committed suicide, the slutty succubus also died, and all the beautiful MILFs died just because the author doesn't appreciate beauty," said Ramsell, grinding his teeth in sheer frustration.
He had been reading and following a web novel for years: Mysthic, a story that had become quite famous and well, recognized around the world. Today was its final chapter.
A follower of the novel for five years now, Ramsell had experienced many ups and downs in the story, especially because the author seemed to have a fetish for killing MILFs.
Looking at the review icon, Ramsell had an idea. "I've been a fan of this novel since its creation four years ago, so how could I not review it?"
Considering its rating, practically a perfect score of 4.9 out of 5, Ramsell decided not to join the fans who only praised the story.
"I, Ramsell Tuchel, will do this not only on a whim, but as revenge for the deceased MILFs," he declared to himself.
He didn't wait any longer and began typing like crazy; or rather, like a madman, pouring all the frustration accumulated over four years into that single review.
An hour passed before he finally stopped writing.
And after seeing the result, he was quite satisfied.
"Wow, 5K words in an hour. I should become a writer; this writing speed is a gift from God," he laughed, proudly looking at his creation.
He didn't think twice and quickly hit send.
After all, he believed that the author would probably never read it and that it would get lost among the tens of thousands of reviews.
After putting down his phone, Ramsell got ready to sleep. "Ah, what a great day. I got paid at the office, I finished the novel with a clear sign of a possible sequel, and I was finally able to release the frustration I'd been holding in for four years."
Everything had gone perfectly.
However, he didn't expect a notification on his phone to make his eyes widen.
"Who could it be at this hour?" Annoyed, he grabbed his phone, and what he saw made his eyes nearly pop out of his head.
He rubbed his eyes and looked at the screen again, confirming that he had seen correctly.
The author had replied.
[Do you think MILFs can be saved?]
As he read the message again, irritation took hold of Ramsell. He quickly replied, mercilessly expressing his opinion, not caring that this was the author of one of his most beloved, and at the same time most hated, novels.
"Of course they can be saved. It's just that the author didn't appreciate good taste, and the protagonist is too weak."
He sent it without thinking twice.
And he waited for a reply. If the author had responded almost instantly before, why not now?
And his judgment was correct the long-awaited reply arrived.
[And you think you can save them? Are you more capable than the protagonist?]
Upon seeing the content of the message, Ramsell couldn't help feeling somewhat insulted. Was he mocking him?
But that didn't matter now, and he replied almost as quickly.
"Of course! If I were in the story, I would do a thousand things to save them. I'd definitely be more capable than that protagonist who only knows how to hide behind MILFs and go after lolis," Ramsell said, pressing send again.
In fact, now that the author himself had asked this question, he couldn't help but fantasize a little about being with all those beautiful MILFs.
Remembering a MILF a dazzling and tempting beauty with an otherworldly face and body, Ramsell instinctively swallowed hard.
"It would be a dream, truly," he admitted bluntly. But that only frustrated him more. Why didn't the protagonist treasure such a prize?
He was a staunch defender of MILFs, a true man of culture, and he couldn't stand watching the MILFs in that novel being killed off one after another.
"Huh? What's wrong with me?" he wondered, concerned as he saw the world around him begin to double.
It happened so suddenly that he didn't even have time to react when his vision began to cloud.
DING
The phone rang again—this time louder. Ramsell didn't know why, but in the middle of this critical moment, he saw that someone had sent him a message.
[Then try it]
A single sentence, just one, made Ramsell's pupils dilate.
As a frequent reader of web novels, how could he not understand? He had seen this in several stories before.
His first reaction was not fear, not anxiety, not anger… none of those.
A smile formed on Ramsell's pale face.
Little by little, his consciousness faded.
DING
[Obtaining host information…]
[Checking the host's current status…]
[Host confirmed on the verge of death… Searching for compatible body…]
[Compatible body found… Initiating transmigration process…]
Ramsell's mind filled with that robotic sound… He understood, he was being transmigrated.
And before he completely lost consciousness, he saw the final message.
[Welcome to the MILF Conqueror System: You will conquer the MILFs of the world of Mysthic, save them from their doom, and make them your women.]
Unexpectedly, instead of panic or surprise, a sinister smile formed on Ramsell's lips.
"Isn't this what I've always wanted?" he thought, before losing consciousness.