Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Dark Lord Seduction System...

I waited for her to move away before glaring at the floating text. Of course, the system hadn’t responded to my whispered plea. What had I expected, some sexy AI voice to start purring in my head? This wasn’t some Japanese light novel where the loser protagonist got magical powers and a harem. This was real life, where my most exciting achievement had been getting punched by the quarterback and living to tell the tale about it.

What kind of absolute moron talked to hallucinations and expected them to talk back? Oh right—me. The same guy who thought philosophical discussions about dick size were appropriate classroom conversation.

But the text was still there, mocking me with its existence.

[Ding! Worthy Host found.

100% integration complete.

Status:

Name: Peter Carter

Age: 16

Overall Physical Stats: 3/10 (average human is 10)

Charm: 3/10

Talents: Smart, IT Genius, Huge PP, Strategic and Calculative, Reckless]

Oh, fantastic. Thanks for the brutally honest performance review, my imaginary brain‑trauma system. Really appreciated you confirming that I was a three out of ten in basically everything that mattered. Though I had to give credit where it was due—at least it acknowledged my singular genetic gift and my coding skills. "IT Genius" had a nice ring to it, even if it was coming from my own damaged psyche having a conversation with itself.

The moment I finished reading this depressing assessment of my existence, new text materialized:

[Host fully awakened...

New Mission: Accept the Dark Lord Seduction System!

Rewards: +3 stats to Physical and Charm, All Perfect Pill!]

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!"

The words exploded out of me before my brain could engage its filter. I bolted upright in the bed like I’d been electrocuted, my heart trying to sprint out through my throat.

"Peter!" Nurse Luna’s voice cut through my existential crisis. "Keep your voice down! This is an infirmary, not a WWE match."

But as I sat up, pain detonated in my skull like someone had set off a grenade inside my brain.

The room started spinning like a washing machine on steroids, and I had to death‑grip the sides of the bed to keep from face‑planting onto the floor. The throbbing in my head felt like my brain was trying to stage a violent coup against my skull.

Hold up. Pain.

You couldn’t feel pain in dreams or hallucinations, right? That was basic fucking neuroscience. If I was feeling this migraine from hell—if I had felt Jack’s fist rearranging my facial features, if I could smell that industrial‑strength antiseptic and hear Nurse Luna’s heels clicking like a metronome— 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

This had to be real.

But that annoying voice in my head—the logical one that usually kept me from doing completely stupid shit—decided to chime in: You absolute moron, of course it’s real. How else would it be hovering in your vision like a budget hologram? But there’s one way to find out for sure, genius.

I mentally clicked YES. If my hand couldn’t touch the text, maybe my thoughts could interact with whatever interdimensional bullshit this was. It didn’t take a genius to figure out basic UI logic—and according to my new floating report card, I was technically a genius.

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