Under the wide shade of the old tree, Bai Lund sat motionless, staring at nothing in particular. His vision felt locked in place, frozen somewhere between the present and the nightmare of the day before.

Hot tears kept sliding down his cheeks in thick, silent tracks. He did not wipe them. He simply let them fall as yesterday's debauchery replayed again and again— Lin Yue's plump ass raised high, creamy juices dripping down her thighs while Chen Hao's thick cock stretched her pink cunt; the wet PAHH—PAHH— of hips meeting soft flesh; the way she had moaned another man's name; the deep, filthy kiss that claimed the lips he had never touched. And then the second nightmare—his mother's massive breasts swinging heavily, saliva and cum dripping from her open mouth, her mature pussy greedily taking the cocks of the two boys he once called brothers.

Yes—he was a transmigrated soul. In theory he should not feel such raw, gutting pain over a mother and a girlfriend who were not truly his. Yet the sudden, violent flood of the original Bai Lund's memories and emotions had forced those feelings upon him like a second skin. He had watched himself being cucked with his own eyes. That was why he sat here now, crying until his chest ached, sinking into a depression that, rationally, belonged to someone else.

He cried and cried until more than ten full minutes passed before the haze finally began to thin.

Leaning back against the rough bark, he tilted his head upward. The clear blue sky stretched endlessly above him, dotted with slow-drifting white clouds. His eyes were full of tears yet completely dead, reflecting the sky like two dull mirrors.

"So… it happened to you too," he whispered.

His voice sounded hollow and empty, as if it were rising from the bottom of a long-dried well. The words floated out and vanished into the quiet hillside air.

Silence followed. Then a broken, empty smile slowly stretched across his lips. The expression looked wrong on his young face—too tired, too finished.

Now that the full memories of this body had settled and he clearly recognized that he had transmigrated, a strange calm settled over him. It was not the calm of peace or acceptance. It was the calm of emptiness, as if someone had reached into his chest and simply removed everything that once mattered. There was nothing left inside worth feeling sorrow for.

He was alone in this entire world. No one truly belonged to him.

And why had he become so sentimental in the first place, when he was not even the one who had been betrayed?

Because something similar had happened to him in his previous life.

The memories rose unbidden, sharp and vivid.

In his childhood, because his father earned too little, his mother had packed a single bag one ordinary afternoon and run away with a wealthy man, abandoning both him and his already broken father. He could still see the empty doorway. He could still hear the silence that followed. Shattered beyond repair, his father had gone mad—gambling, drinking, and beating the young boy with a thick leather belt whether he returned home having lost money or having won it. Bai Lund could still feel the stinging heat of those lashes across his back. He could still see that deranged, wide-eyed smile his father wore while swinging the belt, only to collapse afterward and cry for the ungrateful woman who had left them both.

His childhood had been destroyed by his mother's simple desire for a richer man.

Years later, when he finally grew into an adult and left his father drowning in filth and debt, he thought he was finally ready to live a free life. Then a girl proposed to him beneath the campus cherry trees. Their love story began with soft laughter and shared cheap meals… only to end in a rich man's bed. She had been seduced quietly and never told him a single word. Only by pure, bitter chance did he discover the truth. When he confronted her in the middle of the crowded college campus, she slapped him hard enough to turn his face, then publicly declared him a pathetic loser who needed three part-time jobs just to scrape together his tuition.

That same night he drank himself senseless, returned to his tiny one-bedroom apartment that always smelled of damp concrete, and fell into a sleep so deep it became eternal—only to awaken here, in this unknown world, inside an equally unfortunate body.

He did not know how the original Bai Lund had died, and he did not care. He felt listless, lifeless, and completely empty.

He could not even understand why he had been the one reincarnated. So many people dreamed of a second chance at life. It would have been better if whatever force controlled these things had chosen one of them. What was the point of giving a second life to someone who no longer possessed any wish or will to live?

For a moment he only felt relief that he had died. At least he would not have to walk into college the next day and face the laughter and mockery of everyone who had witnessed his public humiliation. His previous life had already been cursed enough.

Looking at the drifting clouds above the forbidden hill, he thought about the future in this new world.

Even here, he was cursed. Cucked before he had even truly begun. The same pattern had followed him across lifetimes. He felt no desire to keep living.

"Should I jump off a cliff…

or just drown myself in some gutter?"

His voice remained relaxed and extremely calm as he spoke of ending his life. He was genuinely considering it. Anything seemed better than staying alive to be laughed at by the people who had already betrayed him in this life as well.

He had a strong, bitter feeling that yesterday had not been the first time. He did not know how many men his girlfriend and his mother in this world had already taken into their bodies.

Just as he began confirming the route to suicide in his mind, a clear mechanical voice suddenly chimed inside his head.

A translucent blue screen flickered into existence in front of his eyes, hovering in the air like a window into another reality. White text appeared line by line, written by invisible hands, a pair of hands that either wants to destroy him or glue him altogether just so he could break even further.

[Ding]

[Transmigration Detected]

[Checking Compatibility With The Host]

[….]

[….]

[Compatibility Matched by 100%]

[Destiny Host Found]

[Installing The System]

[Installation Complete]

[Initiating Binding]

[1%——30%——69%——100%]

[Binding Completed]

[Congratulations Host For Awakening The Sex Investment System]

[Sex Investment System

Everything You Give For The Purpose of Having Sex Will Be Rebated By XX Times After The Sex]

[XX Depends On The Woman And Can Range From 200 To Infinity]

[Ding]

[An Initial Gift of 5 Pulls Has Been Issued]

[Would You Like To Draw Them Now?]

Bai Lund stared as the text continued to roll, new lines appearing one after another with cold precision. His vision was sharp and clear—courtesy of crying all night—so he read every single word with quiet, mechanical efficiency.

Then his mouth slowly hung open in pure disbelief.

His lips twitched.

Stretched.

And finally curled upward.

The empty, dead look in his eyes transformed into something cold, sharp, and almost monstrous—an expression even he did not fully recognize when he felt it form on his own face.

He threw his head back. The back of his skull smacked hard against the tree trunk.

Pain flared white-hot for a second, yet the smile on his face only widened. A broken little laugh tore free from his throat, raw and unsteady.

"Hee~!"

The sound grew stranger. Louder. More unhinged.

"He~ He~ Hehehehe~ Hahahaha—!"

Thick tears still slid down his cheeks in glistening streams, but he no longer wiped them away. For the first time since awakening in this body, the world around him looked… different. The blue sky seemed brighter. The drifting clouds looked lighter.

Something hopeful—twisted and dark, but hopeful—had finally appeared.

"System… really…"

His neck straightened. He stared into the empty air where the blue screen still floated, eyes curved into a cold, sharp arc as the laughter vanished instantly. His heartbeat thundered against his ribs like a galloping horse.

TABDAK—TABDAK—TABDAK—

Then he muttered, voice low, steady, and filled with something that had been missing for two lifetimes—

"Finally—!"