Chapter 3

Tristan was Trash.

He grew up feeling inferior to others, 99.9% of humanity had abilities, and the remaining .1% didn't. In his youth he often imagined himself suddenly awakening an ability, an amazing ability that would awe everyone, and he would take revenge on all his bullies, and take the girl! But unfortunately that did not happen. No matter which god or deity he prayed to, none of them answered. Slowly his fantasies died down and he realised that the world was cruel. He grew up as a shy and somewhat cowardly person as a result of the constant humiliation and bullying. He learned how to survive as a trash, how to make himself small, unnoticed.

As he grew his body seemingly obeyed his unconscious desire to be small,unnoticeable and made him a measly 5'5. Of course this had benefits and negatives, he was made fun of for being short, but he was also pretty unnoticeable if he tried. He grew up through the years and slowly became a pretty successful adult. At 19 he moved out and started renting his own apartment in a nice neighbourhood that he felt safe in. The neighbourhood was specifically made for Trash so that they could live safely, it was constantly guarded by at least 3 F ranked individuals too. All in all life was alright for Tristan.

That was about 5 minutes ago before his head was metaphorically being fucked, he felt as if his skull was on fire, and his brain was the molten core of the fucking planet. The pain was so intense that he felt his urges to end himself sky rocket at that moment. Finally after enduring the pain for an entire minute he passed out in sweet relief, but that doesn't mean that the physical changes inside his head were stopped, he merely couldn't feel them anymore.

He woke up covered in sweat 4 hours later. He reeked of sweat, but weirdly he didn't feel any pain, none at all. Not even a slight headache.

"Did I die?" Tristan asked the air, he couldn't believe that after such a painful experience there wouldn't be any aftershock. 'Was it a dream?' Tristan wondered this as he walked towards the bathroom, he stripped from his sticky clothing and quickly took a shower.

He was in the process of drying himself when he realised that he had forgotten to get new clothes. He put the towel on his waist and reached out to grab the door handle when all of a sudden:

*Nympho system integrated fully*

*Welcome user to the nympho system (Extreme edition)*

Tristan was startled and he almost slipped and hit his head on the cold tile floor, but he managed to regain his balance and did not meet his maker early. He was extremely confused but he remembered reading some novels that had a similar concept, and then he re-read the name of the system and instantly turned beet red

'W-w-what the!? You motherfucker are you trying to give me a heart attack? Surely I misread it!' Tristan was extremely flustered. Maybe nympho meant something else? M-maybe it was a mythical creature orrr a magic category! Was it possible that he was still dreaming from that excruciating pain? What's with the 'system' thing anyway? How is it possible that he suddenly got this pop up?? Was it a virus installed into his brain!?

Or… was it possibly his ability!? But… He has never heard of an ability that was even remotely similar to a 'system'.. And why the heck is it a 'nympho' system!??

He tried to ask questions to clear up his doubts, but realised that he couldn't move his mouth. He couldn't move at all actually. Panic was slowly setting in but the system detected this and interfered.

*Do not panic, your movement was restricted as to decrease the chances of self injury. System will explain to the user about basic usage and how it all works.*

*First: System is not user's innate ability. User is not that talented. User can think of the system as a symbiote.

Definition of a symbiote: an organism living in symbiosis. The user will gain power, and in exchange the system will feed off of lust generated. And also sexual energies. Other energies also work, however this system's speciality is lust.*

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'I've thought it through, system, this offer is very generous, I grew up all my life without having anything special about me, and the chance to finally grasp my fate and spit in its face is very enticing. But I simply can't do this! T-this is way too embarrassing? I appreciate the chance, but I've lived until now just fine in this world of ours without anything, so I will have to politely decline, please find a new host for yourself'

*Does user have 10 extra chromosomes?*

*Also, system has already integrated fully into user's brain and soul. Decoupling means death, a very slow and painful death.*

*User was picked through extensive computation. The result was triple checked to the power of 28. The answer is absolute, host is best candidate for system on current planet.*

'Pfffft, first of all, death? I don't believe that… You managed to 'integrate' yourself into me without much hassle (except the deadly pain) so surely you can also de-integrate right? Im not dumb enough to believe such lies, also the more unbelievable part is 'best candidate'. Like, seriously? I haven't even touched a single woman in my entire life, not even a single date! I'm practically an incel without the hating women part! You definitely made a mistake in picking me.... I'm just… Me.'