3 Transmigration

"Alright, little boy, come closer," she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed temptation.

With a small move, a curl of her fingers, she called me closer.

I felt myself drawn to her, my feet lifting from the ground. I tried to resist and fight against her influence with all my strength but in the end I gave up and gave in to her will.

"You must not understand what my Invisibility System truly offers," she began, her voice seductive. "To reject it is to deny yourself the freedom to move through the world unseen."

As Desire spoke, her face remained serene. Her cat ears twitched ever so slightly, and her mouth quirked into a sly smile.

"Imagine the ability to disappear at will, to slip through the shadows like a ghost, unseen and untouchable. You could go about your business without being seen, fearless in the pursuit of your desires."

Desire slowly rose from her throne, swinging her butt like an ungodly temptress.

"Allow me to show you," she began.

In an instant she vanished before my eyes.

She was gone. Leaving nothing behind.

For a moment, I wondered if it was merely a trick of the light, just like the thrones had appeared before.

"Rest assured, this is no illusion." Desire's voice seemed to sweep my thoughts away; her tone was playful yet confident.

With those words, I could feel her drawing closer.

"It's not just about making yourself invisible. With this system, you could cloak other objects and even people, making them invisible to the naked eye."

She stepped behind me and whispered into my ear, "Imagine the possibilities."

My heart rate increased as I felt her breath warm against my neck. Her slender fingers slowly found their way around my waist, pulling me closer to her.

She leaned in and lightly licked my earlobe. "The power to shape reality itself is at your fingertips."

She pulled me even closer and then her right hand slowly moved lower and lower down to my crotch. My attention was completely taken by the movement her hand was making.

"What do you think about a blowjob from an invisible girl?" she said.

I am not going to lie; her suggestion was incredibly attractive. However, I listened to a crystal-clear voice inside me.

"No," I said firmly.

Desire's reaction was immediate; she appeared before me again, her eyes widened, and her brows furrowed slightly. "No? Why not? You don't want a blowjob?" she asked with a tone of disbelief.

I met her gaze, stupified. "What? No. That's not what I meant. What I'm trying to say is that I don't want to be invisible," I explained, my voice steady. "It's boring and unsatisfying. I would know something about that. And just blindly fulfilling my desires with no personal relationships or a goal to work towards is pathetic."

Desire's mask fell apart and her expression shifted from surprise to frustration in the blink of an eye. As she walked back to her throne, she threw a tantrum worthy of a spoiled child.

"It's your turn, Neutrality," the God of Order declared.

"Very well," God of Neutrality began, his tone matter-of-fact. "I will offer you the System of Isolation."

'Isolation? Are you all just making fun of me now?'

"You will find yourself blissfully removed from the burdens of social interaction. No longer will you be plagued by the expectations and judgments of others. You will find it easier to follow your passion and improve your skills if you spend more time by yourself."

'This would not be different from my past life.'

I sighed, "No. This would be more like a punishment than a reward. Can't you understand that this is the exact opposite of what I want? I want social interaction. I want to find friends. I don't want to stay a virgin forever and I don't want to look at other people and envy them."

Before Neutrality could answer, the God of Order stepped in with his own idea. "Then allow me to offer you a system that will allow you to thrive while being popular. I present to you the System of Hatred. You will find your talents and abilities amplified by the animosity of others. The more they hate you, the stronger you will become. Every insult, every slight, will fuel your rise to greatness."

There was a part of me that could not help but look down on these Gods.

'Were they serious?'

With a sigh, I brought my hand to my forehead and thought about the absurdity of it all.

'They presented these systems with such confidence... Were they stupid or something?'

"No. No. No. I don't need a system. I just want people to care about me and be a part of their lives. I want them to look up to me and remember me in everything they do. I want to live a fulfilling life. A life that makes me happy."

After a moment of silence, The God of Order looked at me with a serious face. "By refusing to choose any of the systems, you have been forfeited to the God of Chaos."

"What does that mean?" I was confused.

"I have no control over Chaos," the God of Order replied gravely, "so I cannot predict the outcome. It could lead to either great fortune or dire consequences."

The chamber suddenly turned dark and darker, black and blacker.

The light from the spires dimmed, and shadows filled the chamber.

The darkness seemed to cover everything. I couldn't see the Gods anymore. In fact, I couldn't see anything.

From the depths of the darkness, a voice emerged, sharp and eerie, like nails scraping against stone. If I had to compare it to someone, it would be Gollum from The Hobbit.

"Look at you, a measly human," it hissed, dripping with contempt. "A master of self-pity. No achievements, no goals, and you think you deserve a better life? What a pathetic creature you are."

"But... now that I look at you, I see potential. There is a great talent within you. Unfortunately for you, you haven't discovered it yet. However, it will be useful for where I will send you next..."

The world warped in front of me, stretching and distorting like toffee.

Then everything around me seemed to grow larger, and I felt myself shrinking.

My perspective shifted. The space in front of me was bathed in shades of hypnotic blue, and everything behind me turned a warm, fiery red.

After that, a blue wormhole appeared out of nowhere in front of me.

As I tumbled into the swirling vortex, I heard the squicky voice once more: "Thirteen bolts of lightning, hmm... Perhaps it is destiny."

...

'Oh my god, what a frightening dream!'

After a brief awakening from what seemed like a nightmare, I cuddled up in my bed and fell back to sleep.

'This is what I'm talking about! I know this dream! It's the one where a bunch of girls tie me to the bed.'

The girls teased me, and at least two of them touched me.

At first, my dream was the same, but it changed again. Instead of the girls teasing me, now they were just laughing and whispering.

Then one of the girls stroked me with her thumb and fingers until I was hard as a rock. My dream didn't let me decide what I wanted to happen since I came a few strokes later.

'That one wasn't as long as the others, but so what? Lucid dreams are so nice.'

I kept feeling amazing until I woke up. When I realized the bed was not as comfy as my own, I concluded that I wasn't at my house. I couldn't hear anything. I couldn't smell anything. It felt like days or even months before I felt that I was alive again.

I could now make out the sounds of the hospital, which I had visited many times. I could feel something plugged into my arm and something was flowing through my bloodstream.

Then I fell asleep again.

The next time I woke up, I opened my eyes and at first, all I could see was a white, sharp, bright light, but after a few minutes, my eyes got used to it and I could now make out the ceiling.

I shifted my gaze downward and saw the IV tube connected to my left hand, delivering a steady drip of medication into my bloodstream.

With a groggy effort, I tried to move my right hand to touch my body.

I was heavily medicated. The painkillers dulled my senses, making it hard to feel the sensation of my fingers against my skin.

I could feel myself falling asleep again, drained of energy with just a couple of movements. But I heard some nurses running around me and faintly saying something about my consciousness returning.

Some time later, I heard a familiar voice by my side—it was Laura, my mother. But there was something odd about her tone, a hint of sassiness that seemed out of character.

"Doctor," she demanded, "how much longer will it take for him to get better?"

"Mrs. Maxwell," the doctor said to my mom. "There are signs of recovery. He is returning to consciousness. He was alert enough to move his body a little. We are hoping the worst is finally over."

"He better get well soon or you will get what you deserve. Didn't you recognize my name? Maxwell? I will not forgive you if something happens to my son."