Asher sighed as he watched the scene before him; in front of him was the naked Debro, having sex with nothing but thin air as he drowned in his strange and fetish-ridden fantasy.
Asher was not a fool, although he might be smart and strong, he knew there was never a guarantee that his plan would work one hundred percent of the time. Besides, why should it? Because he was smart? Because he had a system? Because he was a transmigrator? Please, he was not that naive and hopeful. Even people who could see the future in the various novels he had read back on Earth found that their plans hardly ever went according to their expectations, and unforeseen variables always emerged.
