2 The Hentai System (1/2)
My Maker vanishes after giving me a brief rundown introduction to the wider universe.
The multiverse, actually.
And oh boy, I am just a mere tadpole, finding my way in an endless ocean full of cosmic terrors. Fucking cosmic terrors!
That is how insignificant I am.
But I like being insignificant. I get to live longer.
There is nothing to see here, Cthulhu. Nothing to see at all.
I am just a tiny tadpole digging a little home for himself in this small corner of the multiverse.
Good thing that my Maker is one of the Primordial.
Primordial are like at the top of the cosmic food chain, just a bit higher than their nemesis, the Aspects. At least that is what my Maker has claimed. Sounds about right.
In any case, I don't want to run into an Aspect, being granted power by a Primordial and all. I wouldn't want to run into their champions either.
As one of the Primordial Champions, I am still above the Gods! Hah! Puny Gods! Me smash!
Just kidding. My Maker have already warned me that it won't come and save me if I get myself in deep shit, so that means no pissing off those comic horrors and their underlings.
Most can make me dead without thinking.
Deader, I mean. I am already dead, being a ghost and all.
And the reason I didn't get to move onto the astral or spiritual plane of existence like everyone else is because my soul is a Millennium Soul. It just means that I am special.
I knew it! I fucking knew it! I am the chosen one. The chosen one! Hah! I mean the chosen soul!
A Millennium Soul!
Being a Millennium Soul also allows me to withstand the spiritual pressure from those cosmic horrors, at least for a while. Any other spirits would be vaporized into oblivion.
Phew! I wouldn't want that to happen. Cease to exist, that is.
Thank you for sparing my perverted life, great Maker! I will sacrifice billions of unborn children straight from my loins in your name.
But being a Millennium Soul prevents my entrance into the afterlife, so no heavenly-defying beauties for me to use as a pillow. Fuck!
I guess I will have to find a way to break into paradise instead. At least just to see my parents again.
I never had a chance to say goodbye. And watching them falling apart after I died is really painful. I am their only child after all. Poor mum. Poor dad.
Huhuhuhuhu…
I mean. Boobooboobooboo…b.
Just an extra 'b' to complete the word.
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Damn those untouchable bouncy titties. I will find a way to suffocate myself between them!
Mark my word! Mark my word, I say! This is my mission in life. In the afterlife.
Eh? That didn't sound right either. What the hell am I floating here for? I am a ghost, I know that, but what is this state of living? Ghostly life? Alright, I will go with that.
Before my Maker left to seek out more underlings, it did leave me with a System.
Final-fucking-ly!
I wonder when I get the damn thing? I did get hit by a fucking truck, so where is my isekai-adventure? Where is my loli goddesses with huge breasts?
Please don't tell me that it is reserved for the Japanese only!
My great-great-great-grandmother is Japanese. Bless her dead heart.
That still counts! Right! Right!? Anyone?
Of course, no one can hear me scream, being dead and all. Ghost joke!
Ahem.
Alright, calm down, me. Being dead and alone for so fucking long, I have to find way to entertain myself somehow. Touching myself all day and night just isn't going to cut it.
Painting every hot girl that I see with my steamy ectoplasm doesn't really count.
Heh.
Alright, enough of crazy talk. Let's get down to sexy business.
Umm… status?
The moment I have thought of that word, my own voice rings out in my mind. It wasn't that surprising, considering I have been hearing voices all day long.