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"So let me guess," Alex muttered, lying back on the bed beside V, who was casually massaging his dick like it was no big deal, "those other assholes know this shit too?"
V nodded smoothly, eyes gleaming with that unnervingly innocent sparkle.
"By now, all of them have been informed about the game they must played."
Alex let out a long, bitter sigh, pushing her hand away like it suddenly burned. A storm of emotions raged inside him—anger, despair, rejection, a crushing wave of depression. It was like drowning in quicksand made of his own past.
He thought back to his previous life—every scar, every wound, every attack—all twisted into some sick puppet show orchestrated by this goddamn entity.
'My life was never mine to begin with,' he thought bitterly. In his old life, pain was the only constant. And now, just when he dared to hope for peace, he found himself dragged back into a game he never signed up for—forced to fight because they say so.
But crying over spilled blood wasn't going to save him. A small, grim smile flickered across his face. The past was poison. The future was a battlefield. Better gear up than curl into a ball.
His eyes flicked to the naked woman beside him, licking her fingers with a mischievous glint. That face—the perfect blend of innocence and temptation—made him want to fuck her all over again.
'I think i know why the entity made her,' he thought, tracing the curves of her personality, her body, her every little twitch. V was the embodiment of his dark fantasy—the dream wife sculpted from his deepest desires. It was terrifying. The entity didn't just know him—it had _read_ him and stripped him bare.
'My life is a goddamn circus,' he mused darkly.
Then a thought hit him. 'I just hope it doesn't know about my fetish for getting raped by big goth women.'
If the Entity spawned a 6'5" leather-clad mistress next to him, and if that mistress told him to strip, he'd probably just do as he is ordered too.
The thought just made him shiver involuntarily 'Motherfucker trying use my weakness.'
V unknown to his thoughts looked at him innocently but not so innocent her gaze was just fixated on his lower body.
"So," Alex said, trying to steer his swirling thoughts, "do you know where this game is going to be held? Like, in some grand arena or some shit? Because if it is, I need to start preparing."
V blinked, her expression suddenly distant. "To be honest... I don't really know."
Alex frowned, confusion sharpening into frustration, then his eyes widden as if he come into a dark realization, he asked. "You're telling me this entity—this thing controlling us—didn't give you any details? No rules, no location, no clue where this Iron Throne is?"
V hesitated, then shook her head. From her fragmented memories, she knew the entity only gave her a few instructions—mostly about how to please Alex in bed, how to use her system powers, and to stay by his side. That too was not said but just put on her head. Nothing about the game's mechanics or rules.
'Now that i think about it i don't really knows anything about the game or how will be it held.' she thought confused as she glanced at Alex.
Alex's dark gaze bore into her, sensing the truth beneath the hesitation. He could read her like an open book—if she was lying, she was a masterful actress. But her confusion felt real.
Too real, to the point that he was convinced himself.
'So it's all a blind fight,' he thought grimly. 'Fifty assholes tossed into the void, hunting and being hunted, with no clue who's friend or foe.'
He exhaled, a slow breath loaded with dread and reluctant resolve.
"And nobody knows who the hell is who."
The silence between them stretched, heavy with unspoken fears.
Alex's gaze lingered on her body for a moment—half out of lust, half out of suspicion. Then he finally asked the question that had been gnawing at the back of his mind.
"Tell me, what kind of system are you?"
V smirked, standing up from the bed with a lazy grace. Her bare body was on full display, her big white chest with dark pink nipples, her pale white curvy waste, and her thick long legs, they were glistening slightly in the white light, every curve deliberately flaunted like she knew exactly the effect she had on him—and she seems to be enjoying being looked by him.
She stretched, letting her hands run down her sides in a sensual trail before answering in that sweet, sultry voice of hers.
"Well... I'm a system, technically. But not your typical combat-type. I'm a store system."
Her lips curled into a playful, almost wicked smile as she continued, her voice sounding more and more honey like "You can buy anything through me—weapons, food, abilities, skills… even sex slaves~"
Alex's eye twitched 'Sex slaves?'
That caught him off guard.
"I didn't ask for that," he muttered under his breath. But he didn't dismiss it entirely—he put this thought at the back of his mind a part where he put all his weird thoughts, after all who knows when having a living asset would be useful?
His voice sharpened, cutting through the haze.
"So I'm guessing I need some kind of currency to get anything from your twisted little store?"
V nodded, still grinning like a cat with blood on its paws. "Yes, you'll need fate points."
Alex raised an eyebrow. Of course. He'd read enough dark web novels, manhua, and other edgy isekai bullshit to know where this was going.
"And let me guess," he said dryly, "I get those by screwing with fate, right?"
V licked her lips and sauntered back to the bed, her movements fluid and calculated, then she spread her legs, letting Alex see everything he wants to see.
"Exactly. You earn fate points by altering the predetermined flow of destiny—preventing events that were 'meant' to happen, killing people tied deeply to the threads of fate, shifting timelines, breaking rules. Basically, the more chaos you cause, the more the system pays you."
Alex looked at the sight then sighed, leaning back against the headboard with a hand over his face.
'It all made sense now.' This was textbook sadistic deity play. He'd read stories like this, how the deity or entity devoured main character... but living in one was a different fucking story.
'It's just like those novels I used to read,' he thought grimly. 'Great setup, gritty world, strong MC... fuckable heroines, then the author drops the ball and ends it with a truckload of disappointment.'
He remembered how bitter he'd felt back then—how he'd posted a rant about that author online, accusing them of being lazy and spineless.
Now, irony was fisting him raw.
After a few seconds of silence, Alex asked, voice flat but with a note of curiosity:
"So... do all the other 50 assholes get systems like you too?"
V paused—thoughtful, serious for once. Then she shook her head.
"No. From what I know, the entity... _they_ don't like repetition. It ruins the surprise." Her smile faded slightly, her tone turning eerily quiet.
"The others will have different systems—unique ones. Some might be stronger than mine in some ways, some more combat-oriented... or worse. But no, they won't all be like me."
Alex chuckled darkly, then said in grave tone "Of course. God forbid we have balance. That might get boring for our lovely cosmic audience."
V gave a small nod, unsure how to respond to the bitterness behind his words.
'To be honest he is taking it all rather calmly.' thought V, because if she was in Alex situation she might have killed herself 7 times, or rather would think of a ways to die
'But then again.' her situation is no different from Alex, she too will need to fight, and this fight is different from Alex, since she would need to fight the system of other host.
'Should i tell him, but how?' she couldn't help but bite her lips, frustrated.
Their were multiple restrictions on her put by that fucked up entity.
Like she can't give Alex any information she knows until he asked for it.
She also can't give him any discount on shop, until he unlocked the hidden quest for it.
And their were many more, and she only hope that Alex will ask her another question.
'Because i can feel it he doesn't trust me.' V thought sadly, because she knows what Alex must be thinking. She might be useless since she has no combat powers, or she can't guide him in this world, since she have no knowledge of it.
But she can clearly see it in his eyes, the distrust, the rage, the frustration.
Alex closed his eyes for a moment, letting his thoughts in.
'So... fifty people, fifty systems, no rules, no mercy and no fairness. The reward a throne made of iron and corpses, just Lovely~'
A grim thought crossed his mind.
'This isn't just a death game. It's entertainment. A divine reality show for eldritch sickos who get off watching ants tear each other apart for scraps of meaning.'
He looked at V again. Her perfect body. Her personality was engineered to match his every ideal. Her every moan tuned to his darkest desires.
'Even she's a tool, a weapon, a reward or someone to keep the watch on me.' He smirked darkly as the thought crossed his mind.
He has been thinking V also might be someone who was send here to keep a direct watch on him and then she would report his actions to those entity, and the fake story she created also might be a way to get his trust.
'And maybe that's the same with the other 50 assholes system too.' their system too are must be keeping watch on them, trying to get the trust of their host and keep tracks on them.
"My life really is a fucked-up fanfic."
Alex muttered the words with a half-laugh, half-growl, rubbing his temple as if trying to massage the absurdity out of his skull.
V, lying beside him with her legs lazily spread, she didn't say anything. She just stared at Alex, her wide blue eyes unblinking, almost as if she understood exactly what he meant — and maybe even pitied him for it.
Alex turned toward her sharply.
"Alright, fine. Show me this system of your."
V giggled, the kind of sound that shouldn't come out of someone who looked like a dream and talked like a glitch in the Matrix. She raised her hand, snapping her fingers with a flourish.
A glowing blue screen flickered to life in front of Alex's face.
{SYSTEM INTERFACE - STATUS}
Name: Alex / Sunless
Age: 16
Race: Human
Strength: 20
Agility: 18
Endurance: 16
Intelligence: 25
Charm: 35
Fate Points: 150,000
Alex narrowed his eyes, brows knitting as he read the numbers. Then, with a dry, confused laugh, he muttered:
"Wait… what the fuck? Why do I have that many Fate Points? I haven't done anything that insane—nothing worth this."
He looked at V, his face screwed up with confusion and suspicion. "Seriously. Did you mess with this? Be honest."
V stretched her arms over her head like a lazy cat and shrugged with a smug grin. Her breasts bounced slightly—an intentional distraction, probably. She looked amused more than anything.
"Don't look at me, Daddy. I didn't touch a thing. That number popped up all on its own."
"What do you mean you 'don't know'?" he asked, voice low, like a storm threatening on the horizon. "Aren't you the system? You're supposed to guide me, right? You should know how this world works—how fate works!"
V's grin softened into something more thoughtful—though not necessarily more trustworthy.
"Honestly? I have no idea." She twirled a strand of her white-silver hair around her finger. "All the data I have is related to you. Not the world. Not fate. Not the other players. Just… you. What you want, what you need, what makes your dick twitch—"
Alex held up a hand. "Enough."
She giggled. Again. Completely unbothered.
He stared at her hard, his eyes darkening. Something was wrong. The system was supposed to monitor fate, right? But if she didn't know what this world's future was supposed to be, then…
"How the hell do you even know when fate's being changed?"
V blinked, this time confused, then a look of uncertain appeared on her face.
"Huh... you know, I never thought about that." Her eyes narrowed slightly, thinking calmly for the first time, "Everything just... updates. When you do something 'worthy,' the Fate Point count adjusts. I don't question it. It's above my pay grade, babe."
Alex's gut twisted.
That wasn't good enough.
It meant the system didn't track the future. It just reacted to something else entirely.
'So then… what's keeping score?'
He looked down, his fingers curled into fists on his knees, nails digging into his palms. A horrible theory twisted in his head like a parasite—one he didn't want to believe, but couldn't ignore.
"V…" His voice was cold now. Hollow.
She cocked her head, curious.
"Can I trust you?"
She stared at him for a moment.
Then her smile widened—not innocent, not comforting, but razor-edged.
"Define trust. Like... 'I won't poison your food' kind? Or 'I won't betray you in a twisted cosmic blood sport orchestrated by sadistic entities' kind?"
Alex didn't respond, he just stared at her coldly
She leaned closer, licking her lips, eyes glowing softly "Because either way, baby… we're already fucked."
"Answer the questions, bitch." Alex's voice was low, dark, dangerous. No softness left
Without hesitation, he slapped her hard — a brutal crack echoing through the room. V's head snapped sideways, her cheek instantly flaming red, lips bleeding where the impact landed. The sting wasn't just skin deep; her body shuddered under the sudden surge of sharp pain, skin more sensitive than ever.
'So that's the limit, huh?' she thought, biting back a mental chuckle. The whole act—the teasing, the coy smiles—was just to see when the real Alex would break through the surface.
She looked up, half-smiling with a dangerous gleam in her eyes.
"You're quite rough, Daddy~"
Alex's hand rose again, slow and deliberate — but before it could fall, V shot up on the bed, eyes wide, voice suddenly hurried.
"Wait, wait, wait—no need to get rough. Let me tell you something."
"Speak," Alex growled, his hand still hovering, ready.
V's tone shifted, serious but laced with that seductive undertone.
"Here's the thing—I don't know shit about this world, or any of the people in it, except you. Because you're my host."
She let that sink in, then added, "And the other fifty systems and their hosts? They're all just as clueless about the future. Because, let's be honest, if they knew, the game wouldn't be nearly as fun."
A slow, wicked smile curved her lips as she added one last thing, voice heavy with mock sincerity.
"Also, I can't lie to you. You can trust me—I was made from your darkest fantasies, after all."
Her words were serious… but her hands told a different story, fingers slowly slipping beneath her folds, slick and glistening as she toyed with herself, eyes locked on the hard line of Alex's cock.
Alex's ignored her as his eyes widened in realization, thoughts racing. 'If they all knew what was coming, it'd ruin the whole game. Entities love to twist minds—dumping players into a world that's alien, dangerous, unpredictable.'
His fingers ran through his long black hair, frustration burning.
'Then why the fuck do I still have my memories?' their were multiple theories going on his mind as he looked at his hands.
'But' Non of them were making sense anymore.
He glanced at V—still touching herself, staring at him like a predator sizing up her prey.
Alex's fist slammed into her again—hard—cutting through the air like a whip. V froze mid-motion, pain sharp and immediate, her cheek burning fiercely. She blinked back tears, pouting with a wicked, broken innocence.
"You're so mean, baby~" Her voice dropped into that sickly sweet tone of a child who's been hurt but still craves the punishment.
Alex's gaze hardened, disgust flickering like a flame in his eyes. No softness here, only cold calculation.
"Explain everything about this system—_in detail._ And why the fuck didn't you tell me you knew nothing about this world from the start?" His voice was low, commanding, the kind that brooked no lies.
V slid off the bed, her bare skin shimmering under the dim light as she licked her heart shape
lips slow and deliberate—honey-smooth, but sharp as ice.
Without a word, a blue holographic screen flickered to life between them, glowing softly in the dark.
{SYSTEM INTERFACE — STATUS}
Name:Alex / Sunless
Age: 16
Race: Human
Strength: 20
Agility: 18
Endurance: 17
Intelligence: 28
Charm: 39
Fate Points: 150,000
V's voice was calm, almost clinical, as she detailed each stat like she was reading off a twisted shopping list.
"Strength controls your raw physical power — how much damage you can dish out, how much force you can exert. At 20, you're no weakling, but not a god either."
Her eyes flicked up to Alex, gauging his reaction seeing non, she continued.
"Agility measures your speed, reflexes, your ability to dodge and move fluidly. Eighteen means you're quick on your feet, but still have room to grow."
She traced the numbers with a finger, voice dropping an octave.
"Endurance is your body's resistance — pain tolerance, stamina, how long you can keep fighting. Seventeen means you're solid, but not invincible."
V's lips twitched into a sly smile.
"Intelligence is your brainpower — your ability to strategize, learn, and adapt. Twenty-eight is sharp as a blade, capable of outthinking most opponents."
She let the word 'Charm' linger.
"Charm? Thirty-nine… well, you are a chick magnet, imagine the amount of bitches you can pull, and trust me Alex, i am also one of those bitches~, just waiting for you to take lead~"
Her voice softened, almost teasing, as she again licked her fingers.
"And fate points — the currency of this twisted game. You get them by screwing with destiny, breaking the rules of what's supposed to happen."
V blinked, a trace of surprise coloring her tone.
"And… you even have two names. Alex and Sunless. I'm not sure why, but that means you've got layers — secrets even you don't fully understand."
Alex absorbed the information, each detail slicing through the fog of confusion. The numbers meant nothing on their own, but the implications? They were a goddamn noose tightening around his neck.
'So she really don't know anything huh.' he thought as he heard the last part, it seems like she doesn't know about him getting transmigrated into Sunny body with his soul on.
V then said something which he was expecting, "Ohh and also these starts screen is common, which means every 50 system has them in it."
"Of course they will." said Alex with a scoff.
"And for your second question as why i didn't tell you earlier, well because you didn't asked~" her voice was soft like cotton but her words felt like sharp blades.
Alex face turn dark, as he was about to snap her neck in half, but still he calmly asked.
"What do you mean, i didn't asked, are you telling me that you can only answers because i asked"
V nodded her head, as she said calmly "Well the entity has put this restrictions on me that i myself can't share the information too you freely only when you asked me is how i am free to say."
Alex was silent for few seconds before letting out a sigh.
"V you are a bitch."
V smirked as she leaned on him and kissed his neck, and whisper softly in his ear.
"Ahh~but, i'm your bitch~"