The NTR Immortal

"Hey, how's it going? Any exciting plans brewing for the weekend? If you're up for it, we could totally carve out some time for a few rounds of Dota later."

"You know what's been consuming my playlist lately? BTS. Their music is just on a whole other level, don't you think?"

"Oh boy, I'm starting to feel the pressure mounting in this class. It's like a looming storm cloud hovering over me. I'm afraid that I'll fail some of our courses." The college classroom was alive with a symphony of voices as freshmen navigated the labyrinth of adulthood.

Amidst the sea of faces, some seemed to effortlessly assimilate into the collegiate landscape, while others, like our protagonist MC, grappled with the complexities of finding their place amidst the whirlwind of academic challenges and the intricate social hierarchy of the school.

As our MC sat amidst the bustling classroom, the weight of expectation and the quest for belonging hung heavy in the air, a silent yet palpable presence in the midst of the chaos.

In the grand narrative of life, it seemed that our MC was destined to tread the well-worn path of mediocrity, a journey marked by the familiar rhythms of routine and the comfort of the status quo.

Yet, as the threads of fate began to weave their intricate tapestry, an unexpected twist emerged to disrupt the monotony of his existence.

"DING!"

In that seemingly innocuous sound, a herald of change echoed through the corridors of his reality. It was a call to attention, a punctuation mark in the otherwise mundane narrative of his daily life.

Little did our MC know, this simple sound would serve as the catalyst for a series of events that would alter the course of his journey in ways he could never have imagined.

"Congratulations, host! You have been granted the NTR System. May you enjoy a great life and change the trajectory of your life from now on," a mellifluous voice resonated through the air, captivating MC's attention.

"System?" MC's voice trembled with a mix of disbelief and excitement. He hadn't perished in some tragic event, nor had he been whisked away to a fantastical realm.

Instead, he found himself bestowed with an extraordinary system, seemingly out of thin air. It was as if the universe had decided to bestow upon him a gift beyond his wildest dreams.

With eager anticipation, MC delved into the depths of his newfound power, unraveling its intricacies and uncovering its potential.

The NTR System, as it revealed itself, offered him a path to transcendence unlike any other.

Through a series of calculated maneuvers, he could ascend the ten realms of cultivation by exploiting the affections of women already entangled in the lives of others.

It was a path paved with temptation and moral ambiguity, yet the allure of ultimate power beckoned to him like a siren's call.

As he absorbed the implications of his newfound abilities, a surge of excitement coursed through MC's veins. Here, in the palm of his hand, lay the key to unrivaled greatness.

With each conquest, he would inch closer to the apex of existence in this world, his destiny sculpted by the whims of the NTR System.

"This is an incredibly overpowered cheat indeed," MC mused, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. The world lay at his feet, ripe for the taking, and he was ready to seize his rightful place among the elite.

"But how do I steal a woman? System? Any help?" our mc asked. He was below average in all things.

"…" Alas, only deafening silence answered him back. Still, he was not disheartened and continued to tinker with his system.

A clear invisible interface was seen directly before his eyes. It did not take him long to get his character status.

"DING!"

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Name: Gabriel Ross

Cultivation: Mortal

Dao Companions: None

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"Gabriel?" The soft voice cut through the air, breaking the concentration of MC as he sat in class. Turning in his seat, he met the simple and unassuming gaze of one of his female classmates. She too was in his belt class of below average in all things.

"Thank you for letting me borrow your pen earlier," she said, her expression grateful as she held out the familiar writing utensil.

"It's okay, C..." Gabriel's voice trailed off as he watched letters begin to float around him, defying gravity in a mesmerizing dance.

Looking around, he realized with a start that time had inexplicably frozen, leaving everyone and everything suspended in stillness.

Attempting to move, he found himself trapped in the same stasis, unable to even twitch a muscle.

As he found himself immersed in the surreal unfolding of events, Gabriel's mind buzzed with a mix of confusion and intrigue.

Before him, as if conjured by some unseen force, three shimmering choices materialized, their ethereal glow casting an otherworldly aura in the air around him.

Each option seemed to pulsate with its own unique energy, tempting him with the promise of a different journey, a divergent path through the unknown.

1. "It's okay, Caroline. You can come to me for help anytime." +1 Love

2. "Get out of my face, fool. If you can't even afford to buy your own pen, then don't come to school!" +1 Hate

3. "There are no free lunches in the world. Why don't you bend over and show me that tight pussy." +1 Lust

Gabriel's gaze flickered between the three shimmering choices, his mind oscillating between uncertainty and determination.

After a moment of contemplation, he finally settled on one, his lips curling into a strange smirk that seemed oddly out of place on his typically boring and ordinary face.

It was a smirk tinged with anticipation, hinting at the excitement and trepidation bubbling beneath the surface of his facade.

As he reached out to touch the chosen option, a surge of energy coursed through him, sending shivers down his spine.

In that fleeting moment, he felt a sense of empowerment mingled with a tinge of unease. A breath later, he banished the unsettling feeling with a determined thought.

No longer content with fading into obscurity, Gabriel resolved to seize control of his destiny.