Before Jerry could think of a reply, the screen shimmered and four glowing response options appeared.
[System Prompt - Choose Your Response]
A. "Only if you promise not to bite... too hard."
B. "I'm blushing already. Stop bullying me, miss demon queen. "
C. "Sweet dreams, heartbreaker. But next time, I'm bringing fire too. "
D. Ignore and play it cool. Let her sweat a little.
Alric: "Don't pick D! Don't ghost the devil woman!"
Zen: "C is smooth. Very smooth. I approve."
Ragnar: "Option A. Show dominance. Be the flame, not the moth."
Jerry, chuckling, tapped B. It felt honest. Flirty, but still him.
Jerry:
I'm blushing already. Stop bullying me, miss demon queen. 😳
Three dots danced on screen. She was typing.
Vess 🔥💋:
No promises. But I like when you beg a little. 😈Maybe next time, I'll let you earn a reward for being so cute.
Zen: "You activated something. God help us."
Ragnar: "You need strength. And holy water."
Jerry pocketed his phone, laughing softly.
By the time he reached home, his head was a mix of music, flirty texts, and a burning curiosity about whatever strange thing had awakened inside him. His parents were in the living room, sipping tea and watching the news with half-interest.
He stepped inside and cleared his throat. "Hey… Mom, Dad? Can we talk for a sec?"
They both looked up.
"I think it might be better if I move into the academy dorms early," Jerry said.
His mom tilted her head. "Already? Didn't you just say you were settling in fine here?"
"Yeah, I was. But there are orientation events, some late-night practice sessions... and, honestly, I think I'll fit in better if I'm around more. Everyone else is moving in already."
His dad raised a brow. "You sure it's not just peer pressure?"
Jerry gave a small smile. "Maybe a little. But it feels like the right move. I want to be present there, not just show up from the sidelines."
There was a beat of silence. Then his dad gave a nod. "If you think it'll help you grow, we'll support it. Just don't vanish entirely."
"I won't," Jerry promised.
He packed light that night—just the basics. A few clothes, his guitar, some books, and a travel mug he'd stolen from the kitchen. The real move would come later, but for now, he wanted to feel like he was stepping forward.
After dinner, after a reminder from Mom to iron his shirts and sleep early, Jerry finally collapsed into bed.
But before sleep could truly take him…
a soft hum filled the room.
His vision blurred—and then sharpened.
A glowing panel floated in front of his face.
He bolted upright. "What the—?!"
[SYSTEM BOOT COMPLETE]
Cognitive Link Established
System Interface Now Active
Panels bloomed open like digital flowers.
User Profile: Jerry Foster
Race: Human (??? – Potential Unlocked)
Emotional Drive: 72%
Charm: 6/10
Luck: 4/10
Libido: 9/10
Physical Appearance: 7/10
Physical Strength: 3/10
Agility: 5/10
Jerry stared.
Zen: "Welp. It's official. You're the protagonist now."
Alric: "This is how legends start… or crash."
Ragnar: "Prepare. The hunt begins."
Another panel popped up, glowing in a soft gradient.
[System Update: Path to Optimization Activated]
Jerry Foster – Current Form: 64% Efficiency
Social Potential: Bottlenecked
Recommendation: Initiate Appearance Upgrade Protocol
Transformation Path Suggested:
→ Objective: Upgrade Physical Stats for Attraction & Survival
→ Action Plan – Week 1:
Join campus-affiliated gym (open early for pre-semester training)
Wake up at 6:30 AM
Diet: High Protein, Moderate Carbs, Hydration Focus
Daily Tasks:
Resistance Training (45 mins)
10k Steps / Day
Morning Mirror Affirmation
Reward: +1 Charisma Boost / Chance to unlock "Alternate Outfit Interaction" scenes
Punishment for Failure: -2 Charm for 7 days / System will auto-initiate embarrassing "Wardrobe Mishap Event"
Accept Plan?
✅ Yes ❌ No 🕓 Remind Me Tomorrow
Zen whistled. "Dude. This is the glow-up arc. Say yes and prepare the fan service montages."
Ragnar: "Forge the flesh. Prepare for conquest."
Alric: "Honestly, it'll help your back posture. You hunch like an anxious turtle."
Jerry groaned and rubbed his face, then exhaled. "Screw it. Let's go."
He tapped ✅ Yes.
A rush of warmth spread through his body like sunlight underwater.
[Plan Accepted – Progress will be tracked. Rewards contingent on completion.]
He leaned back on his pillow, heart thudding.
Whatever this was—system, hallucination, or divine prank—it was real. And if the universe wanted a main character?
He'd give them one.