Craymin's mouth remained hanging open in stunned silence for a while more like he was caught on static before breaking away.
"Then why give me a second chance?!" He snapped at the system, evidently angered and pained.
"You should've just let me die and not transmigrated me! How can I live without beating my meat? Without touching a woman?! I'd rather commit suicide than live like this!"
Craymin broke out in panic, ready to quit his new life.
"How dare y'all just decide things yourselves? You lowlife robotic looking piece of metal, tch!" He cursed.
Faced with such indignity, the system was angered.
Out of nowhere, Craymin's body started heating up, burning like he'd been thrown into an oven. His heart constricted like it was being squeezed by an iron hand.
Craymin doubled over, clasping his arms around himself as he gasped and winced in pain. His face turned ashen, dark with dread. His body was soaking wet in hot sweat.
After scolding Craymin, it let him off.
Craymin's temperature dropped back to its normal degree. He felt his heart finally free from the iron-like grasp.
He breathed out a sigh of relief, huffing faintly.
This thing is no joke, he remarked to himself.
After a moment, Craymin's attention darted back to the issue at hand, unwilling to believe or leave things as is.
"I'm not impotent, I can't be. It's Yuval who's impotent, not me. When that girl walked in the first time, I felt my lower half twitch, I swear," He ranted.
"I have to take this out and check for myself."
As Craymin worked his way around removing the cocoon-like material, the system started.
"Yeah yeah, I am."
According to the system, Craymin transmigrated into the body of a young, foolish boy, the king of a small kingdom at the edge of the blessed land of Munrhal.
Although his kingdom wasn't as vast as every other kingdom out there, he was well known. Not for good deeds that spread fame and goodness in one's name, but rather, for the foolish ways he abused his power and authority.
He was a young boy like every other out there who didn't know the weight of what he carried. Where nobles forged alliances and friendships, he sowed only bitterness and bred enemies.
His rule had been nothing short of a tyrant, but one they considered foolish for he was lacking in wisdom.
Neighboring kingdoms bear nothing but grudge toward him. Rumors of his wickedness and foolishness had long since spread like wildfire ever since he inherited the throne from his late father.
Although his father wasn't any better in his regime, he wasn't as extreme as Yuval. And till now, the cause of the late king's death, his father, still hasn't been determined.
Whether he died from a natural cause, or murder was unknown.
"Hah!" Craymin sighed aloud. "So he's also a problematic one."
Craymin successfully worked his way around the material trapping his manhood. And as his cock came into view, his eyes slowly spread open, followed by a proud smirk.
"He isn't so bad after all if his thing is this big," he cackled softly, amazed at his possession.
He's even bigger than me.
"Now, for me to know whether it works…" Craymin wrapped a hand around his cock, ready to rub off some steam.
Think, just think of some sexy stuff, he riled himself up.
Craymin ran his hand down his shaft, massaging and rubbing but his meat wouldn't respond.
Ah fuck! I can't think of anything arousing. I'm too mentally drained!
He pushed himself back, falling down on the bed. With a sigh, he covered his face with a palm, deeply unsettled.
"I can't be impotent, I just can't be," he muttered under his breath.
But Craymin was far too stressed with his condition to mind.
Unwilling to anger the system and procure its wrath again, Craymin sighed, sluggishly doing as instructed.
"Status window."
A large screen materialized in front of Craymin with the readings:
Name: Yuval Illiant Marhaenté
Age: 18
Title: King of Velruden
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Points: 20
Death: 2/10
"What's with the 2/10 death?" Craymin, now known as Yuval, asked.
Casting a side eye at the system, Yuval continued. "And what happens if I die a total of 10 times?"
"And what can I use the points earned for?" He asked, visibly unbothered. He already had a good idea of the fate he's been thrusted into.
As the conversation went on with Yuval engrossed, a knock came on the door before it was pushed open.
As a girl walked in, Yuval sat up, annoyed. "Another one?!" He seethed, concerned another maid had come seeking his life yet again.
But the system was quick to cut in before anger could override Yuval's senses.
Yuval froze in place at the revelation, eyeing the girl's beautiful shape and assets.
"I have a wife?!" He breathed out in disbelief.