Limitless Vice
Episode 1: Second Creation
The city stank of smoke, blood, and cheap perfume. Eric opened his eyes to it for the second time in his fucked-up existence. The last thing he remembered was burning alive in that underground lab, his veins exploding with synthetic poison while men in white coats scribbled notes. They called him a failed experiment, tossed him aside like a defective product.
But the fire didn't kill him. It transformed him.
Now, he lay in the middle of a cracked alley in Staten Island, naked and steaming, like he had crawled out of hell itself. His chest burned. No—not his chest. Something inside him. He looked down and gagged as his skin split open between his ribs. Out came a black, glowing phone, wet and dripping with his blood. It pulsed like a heart, screen flickering with alien code.
LEVEL: 1
BALANCE: $0
MISSION: Make your first deal. Payment = $5
Eric laughed, a sharp and broken sound. "So that's it? Fucking phone stuck inside me. World wants me to sell drugs now? Fine. Let's fucking play."
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A Dealer Reborn
He staggered to his feet, body aching but alive—no, stronger. His muscles were tighter, his senses sharper. He could hear the hum of neon signs, smell the nicotine on a man's breath from half a block away. Everything about him screamed new creation.
He stumbled into the night, finding himself outside a dive bar. Neon lights buzzed, music leaked from inside, and half-drunk degenerates smoked cigarettes on the curb. Eric dragged a towel from a dumpster, wrapped it around his waist, and stepped inside like he owned the place.
Heads turned. He looked like shit, covered in blood and fire scars. But there was something in his eyes—something magnetic—that made people stare too long.
A man in a leather jacket blocked his path. "The fuck you think you're doing, walking in here like that?"
Eric smirked. "Looking for my first customer."
The phone in his hand vibrated. His palm tingled, and suddenly, a small bag of white powder materialized from thin air. Eric blinked at it, then chuckled. "Well, goddamn. Inventory unlocked."
The biker sneered. "What's that supposed to be?"
Eric shoved the bag into his chest. "Five bucks."
The man laughed. "That's it? Five fucking dollars? You think I—"
Before he finished, Eric's other hand gripped his throat like a vice. He slammed the man into the jukebox, glass shattering. The bar went silent.
Eric leaned in, voice low and venomous. "You're gonna buy my shit. Because I said so. And when I say something, it sticks."
The biker's eyes went wide. His wallet practically leapt into his hand. He pulled out a crumpled five, shoved it at Eric, and grabbed the bag like it was salvation.
The phone glowed.
DEAL COMPLETE. +$5.
BALANCE: $5.
Eric let him go, laughing. "That's right, bitch. I just made my first fucking dollar in this goddamn rebirth."
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The First Mission of Lust
The phone buzzed again. New words burned into the screen.
SIDE MISSION: First Sex Encounter. +1 Level.
REWARD: Increased Attractiveness. Inventory Expansion. $10 per deal.
Eric's grin widened. "Well, well. Looks like the party's just starting."
His eyes scanned the bar. Women sat at tables, smoking, sipping whiskey, looking for trouble. One in particular caught his attention: dark hair, low-cut dress, legs crossed like she owned the room. She locked eyes with him instantly.
Eric walked over without hesitation, blood still drying on his skin. She didn't flinch. Instead, she smirked, as if already hypnotized.
"You look like you crawled out of a fucking grave," she said, voice low and teasing.
Eric sat down across from her. "Close enough. Name's Eric. I sell drugs. And I fuck better than your boyfriend."
She laughed, not even offended. "Bold."
"Not bold. True."
Her hand slid across the table, fingertips brushing his. Her pupils were dilated, lips parting as if gravity itself pulled her toward him. It didn't take long before they stumbled into the bar's bathroom, her back against the stall, his mouth on her neck. The world blurred into heat, sweat, and curses.
The phone burned in his hand as the mission completed.
LEVEL UP: 2.
BALANCE: $5.
EFFECTS: +Attractiveness, +Inventory, $10 per deal.
Eric pulled away, smirking at her dazed expression. She was already hooked, whispering for more. He zipped his pants, lit a cigarette, and pushed out the stall door.
"Sorry, sweetheart. Got levels to climb."
Eric's Vow
Back on the street, Eric felt it—the shift. His reflection in a storefront window caught his eye. His scars were fading, his jaw sharper, his eyes brighter. He looked fucking better. The phone pulsed again, new menus unlocked—maps, contacts, and something labeled Black Market Galaxy.
Eric blew smoke into the night sky. "They wanted me to be their weapon. Their failed experiment. Now I'm free. And every time I fuck, every time I deal, I get stronger."
He clenched the phone tight, veins glowing faintly.
"I'll buy this world. Then I'll buy the next one. Cribs, islands, planets, galaxies. All mine. And anyone in my way—" He flicked his cigarette into the gutter. "—can eat my fucking dick."
The city roared around him. Lights burned. Sirens wailed. And Eric, reborn, stepped into his limitless vice.