On a gray, ordinary morning, Kael Voss trudged along the crowded sidewalk toward his unremarkable salaryman job. At twenty-eight years old, he was the very picture of mediocrity a man whom the world had long since learned to overlook. Colleagues passed him without a glance, conversations flowed around him as if he were invisible, and even the city itself seemed to ignore his existence.
His personal life offered no refuge. His wife, whom he had once believed loved him, had been sleeping with his closest friend for months. The betrayal had reached its cruel peak when Kael returned home early one afternoon and discovered them together on his own bed, the very sheets he had bought with his meager paycheck still warm from their passion. He had said nothing then, simply closing the door and walking away in silence. What was there left to say?
Such was the sum of Kael Voss's existence a quiet, colorless life filled with quiet resentment and unspoken exhaustion.
Kael adjusted the strap of his worn briefcase and continued his mechanical march toward the towering glass office building that loomed three blocks ahead. The morning rush hour surged around him, salarymen and office workers flowing like a river of gray suits and blank expressions. No one met his gaze. No one ever did.
He had barely crossed the second intersection when the world shattered without warning.
A deafening screech of tires tore through the air. Kael's head snapped up just in time to see the black delivery truck barreling through the red light, its driver distracted by a phone. There was no time to react. The impact was instantaneous and merciless. Metal slammed into flesh with bone-crushing force, flinging his body across the asphalt like a discarded rag. Pain exploded through every nerve, ribs snapping, skull cracking against the curb, warm blood pooling beneath him as the city blurred into streaks of red and gray.
Passersby screamed. Someone shouted for an ambulance. But Kael Voss, the man no one had ever truly noticed, lay broken and dying in the middle of the street. His final thought was a bitter, fleeting one: Even now… my life meant nothing.
The world kept moving. Cars honked. Pedestrians stepped around the growing crowd. Within minutes, the ordinary morning resumed its indifferent rhythm, as if Kael Voss had never existed at all.
In an instant, everything changed.
Kael's eyes snapped open with a violent gasp. A blinding white light flooded his vision, forcing him to squint against the sudden brilliance. His heart hammered wildly in his chest as he pushed himself upright, hands sinking into soft moss and damp earth. The sterile scent of city pavement and exhaust had vanished, replaced by the rich, earthy aroma of ancient trees and wild undergrowth.
He was no longer on the street.
Towering trees with leaves the color of emerald stretched endlessly above him, their canopy filtering shafts of golden sunlight. Strange birds called in the distance. A cool breeze brushed across his skin, skin that felt… wrong. Smaller. Weaker.
"What… what the hell is this?" Kael muttered, his voice hoarse. He looked down at his hands. Green. Rough. Clawed. Panic surged through him as he scrambled to his feet, only to realize his entire body had changed. He was short, scrawny, dressed in nothing but tattered rags. A goblin. A weak, pathetic goblin.
Before he could spiral further, a translucent blue window materialized directly in front of his face, glowing with crisp, holographic text.
[Lust System – Online]
A soft, melodious female voice spoke directly into his mind, calm and slightly playful, like warm silk against his racing thoughts.
"Welcome, Kael Voss. You died in your original world. A meaningless death for a man the world had already forgotten. I have granted you a second chance in this new realm of magic and monsters. However, every new beginning demands a price."
Kael stared at the floating window, stunned into silence.
"You have been reborn as an F-rank Goblin, the lowest tier of existence. But you are no ordinary inhabitant of this world. I am the Lust System, a unique power granted solely to you. No one else possesses me. In this realm, most beings are bound by the limits of their bloodline; their strength is decided at birth, and they can never truly surpass those limits."
The voice continued smoothly.
"You are different. Your potential is infinite. You may grow without end. Experience can be gained by defeating any creature in this world, but true evolution, the advancement to new ranks, new classes, and greater power, requires something far more… intimate. You must engage in sexual intercourse with females of any race. Human, elf, demon, orc, dragonkin, even goddesses themselves. The race does not matter. Each conquest will grant massive EXP, unlock new skills, and propel you along your evolutionary path."
A smaller status window appeared beside the main one, displaying his current pitiful stats.
[Name: Kael Voss]
[Race: F-rank Goblin]
[Level: 1]
[Title: None]
[Lust System Core: Active]
The gentle female voice softened with a hint of encouragement.
"I exist only to serve your growth, Kael. Use me wisely. Pleasure is now your greatest weapon. Survive. Evolve. Become what no one in either world ever believed you could be."
The windows pulsed once, waiting for his response.
Kael stood motionless among the ancient trees, heart pounding, mind reeling. A weak goblin in a dangerous new world… with the power to fuck his way to godhood.
A slow, incredulous grin began to form on his green lips.