Rule number one of transmigration: Never let your overly attached girlfriends handle your resurrection.

Five centuries ago, Emperor Zen Arclight tried to sacrifice his life to save the realm. But his five lovers had a different plan. 

They interfered with the ritual, shattered his soul to keep his essence alive, and accidentally ascended into immortal, grief-crazed Goddesses.

They’ve spent the last 500 years building a hyper-advanced magi-tech dystopia while waiting for his return.

Now, Zen has finally woken up, but not as a conqueror. He’s stuck in the body of a "Low F-Rank" academy loser with a shattered mana core, an empty bank account, but with a [Probability System] that helps him calculate his chances of survival.

To fix his core and reclaim his power, Zen has to pull off the ultimate heist against the five most dangerous women in existence.

By night, he is the anonymous streamer, Ghost Scrapper, broadcasting his dungeon runs to an audience that challenges and reward him, using his ancient knowledge and Probability System. 

By day, he plays the pathetic weakling, desperately hiding his true identity while plotting to steal his soul fragments back from their divine vaults without triggering their 500-year-old obsession.

Because if these yandere goddesses connect the dots between the fragile student, the trending streamer, and their dead Emperor, they won’t just "protect" him. They will drag him into a golden cage, throw away the key, and ensure he never leaves them again.

[SYSTEM WARNING: 'THE SPYMASTER' HAS GIFTED YOU 1,000,000 MANA CREDITS.] 
[ATTACHED MESSAGE: "You fight just like him. I am coming to find you."]

Clearing the world's deadliest dungeons is child's play. Surviving his yandere lovers? That's going to require the performance of a lifetime.

"Round two?" Akira asked with a slow smirk spreading across his face. "You haven't even recovered from round one."


"I'm an Elder," she panted, speaking in a raspy voice. "I recover fast. Try me."


Akira chuckled, sliding his hands down to grip her waist. 


Before he made his next move, he decided to look under the hood. It had been a while since he used this particular skill, but with an Elder Succubus, he needed to know exactly what buttons to push.


"Ai," he muttered under his breath. "Lust Scan. Let's see what she's really hiding."


[CURRENT AROUSAL: 88% - RAPIDLY RECHARGING]


[- Nape of the neck (Highly sensitive to biting/marking)]


[- Deep Cervix (Craves blunt impact, triggers submissive drop)]


[- Inner Thighs (Responds to bruising grips)]


Chapter 162 - Round Two