"Can you work properly!? you punk!" A bespectacled woman yelled at Mike, an employee at the convenience store.
The constant shortages at the cashier, the imbalance between the incoming money and the outgoing products, always led to Mike being scolded at the end of his shifts.
Mike had already explained that a group of delinquent teens frequently stole from the store, but his words were always dismissed.
The bespectacled woman who constantly scolded Mike was named Livy. She was a voluptuous woman who clearly disliked Mike and always looked down on him.
Livy had been a victim of Mike's pranks and bullying back when they were in school. She now took revenge whenever she saw Mike working beneath her. As an area manager, Livy often dropped by just to berate him.
Night after night, Mike reflected on his miserable fate—his divorced parents, his sister who had become the center of attention for both parents while he was discarded and left on his own.
His father had remarried a blonde widow with a child, and his mother had remarried a wealthy but sterile man.
His sister hypocritically claimed she wanted to live independently, but she still received money from their parents.
Unlike his sister, who was fortunate, Mike had to live alone in a rundown at cramped apartment.
Mike resorted to masturb*** to relieve his stress, not having any motivation to improve his life.
After months of working at the convenience store, he was eventually fired due to the persistent cashier shortages.
Night fell.
Slop... Slop... Slop...
Splash... Splash...
Mike released his semen into a tissue.
"Huff... I'm getting bored of this," Mike muttered as he wiped himself clean.
It had been a week since he lost his job, and Mike had spent his days lounging around, locking himself in his apartment.
He stared out the window.
"Maybe I should just end it," he said, closing the tab on his computer.
"I don't want to live anymore. I just want to die," he sighed nonchalantly.
Mike no longer cared about his life. His parents had never paid attention to him, focusing only on his sister.
It wasn't just now—it had been this way since his childhood. Mike had always been neglected by his parents.
Click...
Mike stepped out of his apartment on a cold night. He made his way to a bridge.
There, he looked up at the sky. "He will never help me," he muttered to the vast heavens.
"He never listens to my pleas," Mike's brows furrowed.
"Why was I created? To suffer and worship Him? How selfish!"
Mike stood on the edge of the bridge's railing.
Boom...
Crack... Crack... Crack...
Thunder roared, and raindrops began falling from the sky.
The rain grew heavier, but Mike still didn't jump. He cried.
"I should have done this from long time ago!"
Mike relaxed his body and plunged from the bridge, falling toward the rushing waters below.
From a distance...
"Mike!!" Livy, who was in her car, saw the man she had constantly berated because of her past grudges ending his life.
She stop her car and ran toward the spot where Mike had jumped. Suddenly...
Boom...
A bolt of lightning struck, hitting Mike's falling body just before he reached the raging waters.
"AHHH!" Livy screamed. She crouched down and cautiously approached.
"Mike? Mike!!!" Livy screamed his name, staring at the swift currents below.
"Mike?"
She could no longer see Mike's body. Livy returned to her car and headed to the police station to report what she had just witnessed.
Meanwhile...
"Ahh? So, I finally died! Hahaha!" Mike felt his body floating.
[DING!!]
[Welcome, Master.]
A soft, feminine voice followed a notification sound.
"Master? Me?" Mike questioned, perplexed.
"Huh? What is this? Uwahh... I'm floating," Mike said, looking at his still-healthy body.
"Why didn't I die?"
[ DING!! ]
[ Because you have been chosen as the owner of the System from great demon Asmodeus ]
The notification sound and the same woman's voice echoed again.
"System? Owner of a system? Like in a novel?" Mike mused.
[ DING! ]
[ Something like that ]
Mike enjoyed reading system novels on online platforms, though it was the harem themes that truly caught his interest, not the system itself.
"Wow... So, I've been blessed by the universe?" Mike asked.
[ DING! ]
[No, this system is a gift from the Great Demon Asmodeus. If you want to accept the system, press Yes; if you wish to decline, press No.]
A holographic screen appeared in front of Mike.
[YES] / [NO]
"Wow... This is so cliché, just like in a novel. But this one's not from heaven or the universe; it's from a demon. Oh, well..." Mike continued to muse.
"Will I be given rewards and money? Can my life improve with a system from a demon?" he asked.
[DING!]
[ Of course! The system will help you rise from your miserable state, and you will no longer be life's victim. Instead, you'll most likely become a perpetrator. ]
"Hahahaha, perfect! That's exactly what I want. I'm tired of being a victim of this wretched life!"
Mike pressed the YES button.
[DING!]
[ THE SYSTEM IS ENTERING YOUR BODY! ]
Mike closed his eyes, bracing himself for pain. Based on the novels he had read, the system installation process usually caused intense physical pain.
[ DING! ]
[ FINISHED ]
"WHAT?" Mike was bewildered. Nothing had happened to his body.
[ DING! ]
[ Please stop comparing the gift from Great Demon Asmodeus with the systems in the novels you've read. ]
[ This system is exclusively designed for you, and you was chosen directly by the Great Demon Asmodeus ]
"Huh? I just thought I'd feel heat or weakness or something, but this demon is surprisingly kind, giving me a system without any suffering," Mike remarked.
Mike then asked,
"So, where am I?"
[ DING! ]
[ You are on the border between the underworld and the real world ]
"Whoa... That sounds intense. How do I get back?"
[ DING! ]
[ You will be returned to your rundown apartment, where you usually... stroke your own meat! ]
"Oh no..." Mike blushed, embarrassed that the system had mentioned his private habits.
[DING!]
[ Initiating transfer! ]
Mike felt his body being pulled by a vacuum, and suddenly, he found himself back in his bed.