I was sick last week and couldn't upload the chapters. Thanks for all my readers who enquired my well being.
[~1500 Words]
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Fujiwara Takuya lounged lazily on his recliner, soaking in a rare moment of peace, when the familiar crystalline chime echoed inside his mind.
[Ding — A new exclusive system has arrived.
Would you like to receive the subsystem?]
Takuya sat up straight so quickly that the recliner groaned beneath him.
A new subsystem?
Now this was interesting.
"What kind of subsystem?" he asked sharply. "Whose is it?"
He had been waiting for another system to appear. His ambition was expanding faster than the world could keep up with — capturing foreign establishments was child's play, but conquering entire nations required more than charm, wits, or seduction. He needed something extraordinary.
Magic.
Martial arts.
Superhuman abilities.
Anything that would nudge him closer to true dominance.
He ran through the list of candidates in his head:
Miyano Shiho.
Suzuki Sonoko.
Suzuki Ayako.
Mouri Ran.
Miyamoto Yumi.
All excellent prospects.
All women he had his eyes on.
[Ding — Suzuki Shiro's Household System.]
"…Huh?"
Takuya froze.
"Wait. Suzuki Shiro? The fatty? Why the hell did he get a subsystem!?"
He had expected a beautiful woman, maybe Sonoko or Ayako — someone he could interact with pleasantly. But no. The system had decided to bless an old, portly CEO instead.
"This better be a joke," Takuya muttered. "Why would that guy get a system?"
[Ding — Affirmative. This is Suzuki Shiro's Household System.
Note: Suzuki Shiro lost all fertility years ago and cannot have sex with women.
Zehahaha.]
"…Zehahaha?"
Takuya blinked.
Was the system… laughing?
Mocking Shiro, even?
He rubbed his forehead. The system was getting sassier each day.
But then the implications sank in.
Shiro was infertile.
Shiro had a beautiful, mature wife: Suzuki Tomoko.
Shiro needed heirs.
Slowly, a smile stretched across Takuya's face.
"Oh… this is good."
If Suzuki Shiro couldn't continue the lineage, he'd have to rely on another man. And there was only one S-level talent in the entire world.
Fujiwara Takuya.
He chuckled under his breath.
"Shiro, my friend, you're about to ask me for the greatest favor of your life."
He leaned back, hands behind his head, thoroughly entertained by the thought.
Since he was already fond of the Suzuki family women, this was like fate delivering a golden platter to his doorstep.
"System, what are you waiting for? Release it. Let Uncle Shiro feel what real love is."
Takuya grinned wickedly.
[Ding — Subsystem successfully deployed.
Would you like to bind the household system?]
...
Across the city, within the sleek walls of the Suzuki conglomerate, Suzuki Shiro was drowning in paperwork when a voice suddenly reverberated inside his mind.
[Ding — Requesting permission to bind the system.]
"W-who!?" he yelped, springing up from his chair. He jolted so hard his pen clattered to the desk.
Security stormed into the room instantly.
"Boss! What happened?"
Suzuki Shiro looked around wildly. No one else seemed to have heard it.
[Ding! Bind the system? Yes/No?]
"Did any of you hear that?" Shiro demanded, face flushed.
The guards exchanged worried glances. Hear what, sir? The sound of our paycheck possibly vanishing because the chairman was losing it?
His heartbeat thudded.
"No, sir. Nothing."
Shiro waved them out, heart racing. Hallucination? Stroke? He was too young for this—well, fifty-eight wasn't young, but still.
[Ding — If you are confused, please search online for the word "system."]
Shiro hesitated, then quickly typed into the search bar.
System… System novels… System protagonists…
His jaw fell open as he scrolled through examples of protagonists blessed with overwhelming abilities, powers, and miraculous transformations.
If such things truly existed…
His eyes trembled.
[Ding — If the host is still confused, please read the novel:
'Detective Conan — Harem Begins with Kisaki Eri.']
Shiro opened it.
Within minutes, he was pale and speechless.
The protagonist in the story — also named Fujiwara Takuya — was a hyper-potent monster of a man who seduced women left and right like he was built from pure stamina and divine charm.
"A-And this man isn't dead yet?" Shiro whispered. "This guy is more productive than a stallion!"
Yet even as he sweated from embarrassment, the envy bubbled up. A system like that…
Who wouldn't want it?
[Ding — Do you wish to bind the system?
Rewards will be issued based on family level.]
"I accept. Bind the system."
[Ding — Binding successful.
Host classified as B-rank.
Initiation reward: Three illnesses cured.]
Shiro gasped as a sudden lightness washed over him. His breathing cleared, his shoulders relaxed, and the dull ache in his spine vanished. His beer belly even shrank a little.
He touched his stomach, shocked.
"Get the doctor," he barked at his secretary. "Full checkup. Now."
An hour later, private clinic results in hand, Shiro stared at the black-and-white proof: blood pressure perfect, cholesterol normal, diabetes gone.
The doctor babbled about miracles and diet changes. Shiro barely heard him.
He was thirty percent convinced the system was real. Make that sixty.
...
"System… how do I get more rewards?" Shiro asked eagerly.
[Ding — To develop the household, you must first have a child.]
[Ding — Successful childbirth reward: One year younger.]
Shiro's breath hitched.
One year younger…
One more year to live…
Every rich man's dream.
He was already old. Youth was more precious than diamonds.
But then—
His expression collapsed.
"But I'm infertile! How am I supposed to have a child?! Let my brother do it!"
[Ding — A child must carry the blood of either you or your spouse.
Only excellent genetic pairings qualify for rewards.
For example, having a child with an S-level talent grants three years younger.]
Shiro froze.
S-level talent?
Who the hell met that criterion?
His daughters? No — blue-purple at best.
His brother? Purple, but still not good enough.
Himself? Golden.
Tomoko? Golden too.
Only someone with purple-gold light — the sign of an emperor — would qualify.
Shiro swallowed hard.
"System… can I choose another mission?"
[Ding — Mission refusal detected.
Penalty: Minus five years of lifespan.
Host now has two years remaining.]
A wave of suffocating weakness washed over him. His knees buckled.
He felt death at his throat.
"I—I'll do it! I accept the task!"
Instantly, the pressure faded.
Shiro sat sweating, heart pounding.
He didn't want to die.
Not now. Not when it tempted him with being young again.
[Ding — Initial Mission:
Within ten days, produce a child with an S-level talent (male or female) using you or your spouse. Reward: two years younger. Bonus month of life for early completion. Failure: age five years instantly.]
His hand shook violently.
Find an S-level talent?
With purple-gold light?
That was like finding a phoenix feather in the modern world.
He wandered the entire Suzuki Group for half a day, inspecting employees.
Most were white or black light.
A few greens.
By evening he slumped into the limo, defeated. Sonoko waved from the front steps, her aura playful blue with just a hint of violet. Ayako beside her glowed soft indigo. Pretty, but useless to the system.
Tomoko stepped out last, sleek black dress hugging her curves, golden light radiating like a crown. Even after twenty-five years of marriage, she still stole his breath.
Shiro's stomach twisted. Beautiful, loyal Tomoko… about to become a purple-gold stud's lover. For his sake.
He buried his face in his hands.
This wasn't a Household System.
This was the Green Hat System, deluxe edition.
Ten days. He had ten days to find the rarest man in Japan and politely ask him to sleep with his wife.
Maybe he could phrase it as a business merger.
Or run a classified ad: "Wanted: S-level talent for discreet family expansion. Generous compensation. Must glow purple-gold."
Shiro sighed, watching Tokyo's lights flicker on.
Somewhere out there, an emperor-to-be was walking around, clueless that Suzuki Shiro desperately needed him to make a baby with the most elegant woman in the city.
And tomorrow, Inspector Fujiwara Takuya—the same Takuya from that ridiculous fanfic—was scheduled to visit the estate regarding the maid's murder.
Shiro didn't know it yet, but the man he needed was already on his way.
Purple-gold aura and all.
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