(Author's Word:
I want to make this known before I begin this book. My last three books were failures, and the reason? I never truly sat down and thought them through. I created them in the heat of the moment, with no planning, no real vision.
But that changes now.
To redeem myself, I've set those books aside. I sat down, reflected on every single fantasy novel I've ever read, and poured everything into creating something original—a true masterpiece. Trust me when I say this: you've never read anything like this before. I've made sure of it.
Unlike my previous attempts, this book has a future. I've planned it thoroughly, and I believe it has what it takes to become one of the best novels on Webnovel—if not the best you've ever read. This isn't an empty boast. I've read enough stories to understand what you want.
All I need from you to keep this story growing are Power Stones and Reviews. That's it.
Leave the rest to me—as I make your day, every single day.
That, I promise.
Author's promise.)
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"Heh…," a young man with curly black hair sat on a plush three-seater, positioned comfortably across from a massive 40-inch flat screen.
In his hands rested a sleek, wireless controller, its top glowing faint blue—paired seamlessly to the latest piece of tech indulgence he had just purchased: the Absolute Game Station – Custom Series X. It wasn't the kind found on regular shelves. This one had cost him a clean five grand, and for good reason.
It boasted native 32K resolution, 1440 frames per second, and a quantum-grade neural engine that made load times obsolete. Unlike standard consoles, this monster could handle FullDive-compatible games, offering near-total immersion with advanced haptics and sensory feedback. It didn't just run games—it recreated reality.
That it also paired with the NEO's latest screen only made it even better. The display wasn't just big—it was beautiful, with colors so rich and blacks so deep it made gaming feel divine.
Every movement on the screen was buttery smooth, with no blur, no lag, just pure, high-octane clarity. The screen itself had a matte finish that killed glare, and thin, barely-there bezels that made the visuals feel limitless. Explosions were brighter, skies were bluer, and even idle game menus looked cinematic.
Some distance away from where he sat was his ever-loyal Vibrator game chair, slid away from his field of vision. On a normal day, he would have been seated there with a grin, but today wasn't a normal day.
He wasn't in the mood for sitting on it. Also, this wasn't a combat game, nor was it a racing, FPS, or whatever action-packed game he would normally be playing; no, this time…
… it was an Erogy Game.
One he played whenever he wanted to delude himself with fictional love.
Yes, delude.
He knew it wasn't realistic. Heck, most of the time he cringed and laughed at the absurdness of the story it conveyed, like loving was really that simple and beautiful.
He knew the bitter truth, and he had resigned to it.
There was nothing like true love in this world—not for people like him, at least.
That was what he believed.
But deep down, a part of him knew that wasn't completely true. After all, there once was someone who truly loved him, someone he had killed with his own stupidity.
But that was in the past. A past so long ago he couldn't even remember her face.
So yes, even if he knew these games were lies from the pit of hell, he still played them. Why?
…He couldn't say.
Perhaps a part of him still yearned for romance—a part of him, which he wasn't even aware of, still wanted to see and witness that crazy emotion called love.
So he played.
Not every day.
But occasionally.
Days when he scrolled through all the action-packed arcade, combat, and all-what-not adventure games and just went, "Yeah, no," then found an erogy game online and played.
He might never come to admit it, but he really did enjoy playing these sorts of games.
There was always this big smile on his face when he pushed his gaming chair away, dropped a soft drink—or some days, beer—within arm's reach, grabbed a few snacks, snuggled onto his expensive sofa, and just enjoyed the beautiful lies.
Today was no different, however…
"This game… Why is it even an erogy?" he thought, staring at the faint, flickering [Failed] status that had once again blurred the screen, as he watched the protagonist die. Once again, he had stumbled into a mission that felt downright hellish.
Yes, the game did have erogy elements, with the many female characters, the exaggerated character designs, and the overly convenient scenarios between the MC and female leads, but…
There was something more—something that didn't fit the usual mold.
The world-building was unlike anything he'd seen before. He had complete freedom—real freedom—to control his character and roam the maps, each one more expansive than the last, full of life and detail.
The game mechanics were mind-blowing. It wasn't just about getting through the missions or romancing the NPCs—it was about the world itself. The game world responded to his actions, with NPCs that felt real, reacting to his choices in a way that was almost unpredictable. Unlike most eroges that focused only on static choices and short-term satisfaction, this one had:
A physics-based combat system with real-time dodging, combos, and status effects.
A morality engine where your choices—romantic or otherwise—shaped the world and character relations.
Fully voice-acted cutscenes and cinema-quality CGI, smoother than most AAA games.
Enemies that learned and adapted to your strategy thanks to adaptive AI.
An emotion-driven storyline with branching outcomes depending on how you played—not just what you picked.
It wasn't just another shallow ecchi game. It was something else. A masterpiece disguised as trash.
"Okay…," he muttered, staring at the options.
[Continue from last checkpoint]
[Load Checkpoint]
[Settings]
[Moves List]
[Exit to Lobby]
He glanced at his wrist.
[2:15pm]
There was still time.
At the rate he played the game—like, for how long he had played it—he should have gotten tired and tried something else or just dropped the controller and gone for a walk like he always did, but today…
Tap.
He didn't stop.
He continued playing.
He really wanted to see this game to the end.
"Haah. He would probably be here in an hour or so… hope I can finish before then," he said to himself.
Pim!
He heard the chiming.
"FUCK! MY NOODLES!" he yelled as he realized he had completely forgotten about the noodles he had left in the oven. Good thing he had actually set a timer—unlike how he would usually turn it on and leave, feeling too lazy to set one.
Sigh.
He returned with it, then turned to the armrest where he placed it.He then grabbed the controller once more.
["How about it… It would just be the two of us"]
["I… I don't—"]
["Come on Aria, I know you want to,"]
"What… did she just fucking blush?"
He almost couldn't believe it. He had played the game for a while now, and she was one of the people who could never as much as tilt the corners of her lips up for a smile.
Heck!
She always looked like she would murder someone every single time, and yet, now, just after saying some things differently…
"Hm…"
Ding!
He heard his familiar alarm for messages.
He then tapped the phone, and it opened.
[Elvis: YOU BASTARD! I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU!]
He read.
He waited for a while, then grinned.
He then scrolled up to look at notifications.
[System Security: Blocked Calls: 42 | Blocked Messages: 0]
"Heh," he grinned.
Well, he did expect this. He knew this was coming.
After all, he just messed with the 'BLESSED' one's Girl.
"Seems my time's running up," he laughed. "Let's make the most of it," he said to himself, then typed back before dropping his phone.
[You: >.<]
He laughed as he set his phone down.
He could already imagine the rage flooding the young man.
But did he care?
No.
No he did not.
If anything, he was waiting—waiting for that fucker to come.
His work here was done anyway.
"Now, where was I?" he said to himself, his gaze once again returning to the screen as he grabbed his controller.
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