For days, the red sky of Yang Kai's Spiritual Sea burned with unending storms of light and shadow. Golden arcs clashed with crimson waves, shaking the endless waters below. The faceless woman's radiance had dimmed, her once-brilliant aura now flickering like a dying flame. Across from her, the crimson-haired soul stood weary and pale, yet his eyes still glowed with a dangerous light.
The woman's voice trembled with anger and fatigue. "Do you still want to fight? Find another body and leave this host."
The demon laughed bitterly, tightening his grip on the spear that now quivered with exhaustion. "I can't… but I could ask you the same. Why not find another host?"
His thoughts were sharper than his tone. If this keeps going, we'll both vanish. Our strength is evenly matched—but unlike her, I have a plan.
The woman's golden sword pulsed as her grip faltered. "I can't leave. When you entered, the host returned to life. As long as he breathes, I'm bound to protect him."
The crimson soul's lips curved into an almost innocent smile, though malice flickered in his eyes. He let the spear dissolve into mist. "Then why waste our strength? If we continue, neither of us will survive. Let's make a deal."
The woman hesitated, watching as the weapon vanished from his hands. Slowly, she dismissed her own sword, its golden glow fading into sparks. "A deal? What kind of deal?"
He spread his arms in a gesture of mock sincerity. "Simple. If I take control of this body, I become your new host. Together, we can grow stronger—far stronger than this boy ever could.
He doesn't need to know I'll use him, the crimson soul thought darkly, masking his intent with a disarming grin. She's desperate enough to believe me.
The woman considered his words, her faceless head bowing slightly. He isn't wrong. If we keep fighting, Yang Kai's body—and my purpose—will be lost. And… a stronger host might be the only way to face the final mission.
Her golden aura dimmed further as she spoke. "You're not planning something deceitful, are you?"
He chuckled softly, his voice smooth as silk. "Why would I? I only want to survive."
But within, his thoughts were cold and cruel. Survive… and bend you to my will.
The woman straightened, her form shifting back into the familiar yellow system screen. The robotic voice returned, steady and unyielding. "Then I will bind your soul to this body. From this moment, you will serve as host."
A crimson glimmer passed through the soul's eyes as he nodded. "Agreed."
With that suddenly System notified.
[Soul Binding Started]
[Soul Level: Unknown (Soul Level Decreased To Host's Body Limit)]
[Current Soul Level: Human]
[Soul Strength: Unknown (Soul Strength Decreased To Host's Body Limit)]
[Current Soul Strength: Super Human]
Suddenly the soul form started to float and and then he roared loudly.
System screen changed.
[Soul Binding Completed]
[Playboy System Activated]
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[Ding!]
[Host New Profile Window Created]
Name: Yang Kai
Sex: Male
Age: 21
Account Balance: 10,700 Yuan
Job: Unemployed
Net Worth: None
Strength: 10 (Ordinary Human)
Intelligence: 15 (Super Human)
Appearance: 6/10 (Decent Look)
[S-Points: 0]
[Click Here To See Host's Physics]
[Click Here To See Incompleted Mission]
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Outside Yang Kai's mind, the fluorescent lights of Modern Jinan Hospital cast a sterile glow over Room No. 211. The steady beep of a heart monitor filled the quiet space as Yang Kai's body lay still on the bed. At his side, Bon Min, Chen Zu, and Hang Chen kept vigil, their expressions shifting between worry and boredom.
Then, without warning, Yang Kai's sharp black eyes snapped open. A strange glimmer flashed within them—the mark of the soul that now bound itself to this body.
Bon Min, startled, turned to the others. "Hey, he woke up! Call the doctor."
Chen Zu didn't hesitate. "I'll call!" He spun around and dashed out of the room.
Bon Min and Hang Chen leaned closer to the bed, their voices overlapping in a rough chorus. "Bastard, are you all right?"
Yang Kai blinked at them, his gaze cool and unfamiliar. Who are these fools? And they dare call me a bastard?
Before he could speak, a faint shimmer appeared before his eyes—a glowing yellow system screen that no one else could see.
[Host, do you want the memory of this body? Y/N]
Yang Kai's pupils narrowed. The same thing from the Spiritual Sea… but it can manifest here too? So, I can claim this body's memories.
"Hey," Hang Chen prodded, frowning, "is your head injured? Say something."
Yang Kai ignored him, eyes still fixed on the hovering screen. "Wait a minute," he muttered, "can't you see this thing in front of my eyes?"
Bon Min and Hang Chen exchanged a puzzled glance, then smirked.
Bon Min snorted. "Bastard, you think you're the main character or something? Got yourself a cheat skill now?"
Hang Chen chuckled. "A system, huh? Sounds cool in novels—not in real life."
Yang Kai's jaw tightened as anger simmered beneath his calm exterior. They can't see it… and they dare mock me.
He dismissed their laughter and focused on the screen, selecting Y with a thought. First, I need this body's memories. Everything here—these clothes, this world—it's nothing like the Immortal Realm.
A sudden lance of pain tore through his head as memories flooded in: Memories of this world—Yang Kai's entire life, Sen Ren's betrayal, the Playboy System, and its mission.
He winced, clutching his temples. Bon Min and Hang Chen's laughter faded, replaced by concern. "Hey—does your head hurt?"
Before Yang Kai could answer, the door burst open. A doctor rushed in, flanked by two nurses, Chen Zu following close behind.
The doctor hurried to Yang Kai's bedside, his expression tight with concern. A nurse with thin-rimmed glasses stepped forward and crouched beside the bed.
"Kid, are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?" she asked gently.
Yang Kai didn't answer. Both hands clutched his head as a searing pain tore through his mind. His screams filled the room, echoing off the sterile walls.
Damn it, this hurts like hell—but the memories… they're all here now. So this is what this boy lived through: betrayal, humiliation… and systems that grant mortals incredible power? Are such things truly possible?
The pain ebbed after a few moments, leaving him drenched in sweat.
The nurse with glasses asked again, "Is the pain gone now?"
The second nurse stepped forward, syringe in hand, preparing to inject a painkiller into Yang Kai's leg. But Yang Kai raised his hand, his voice steady despite the fading ache.
"I'm fine. There's no need for the injection."
The doctor observed him closely, astonished. When we received the call, the reports said he was dead. The surveillance footage confirmed it—his body was broken, lifeless. And yet here he lies, whole and breathing, as if nothing happened. Miraculous.
Chen Zu spoke up from the foot of the bed. "So he can be discharged, right?"
The doctor checked Yang Kai's pulse and nodded slowly. "He's in perfect health… though, given the pain episode, I'd recommend he rest here for a while longer."
Bon Min, Chen Zu, and Hang Chen exchanged worried glances, their earlier excitement dimmed by concern.
Yang Kai sat up straighter, his tone firm. "No. I'm completely fine. I want to be discharged."
The doctor hesitated, then sighed, signaling to the nurses. "Very well. We'll start the paperwork. But someone needs to settle the hospital bill. Who will handle it?"
Yang Kai met his gaze calmly. "I'll pay it myself. Don't worry."
Hmph. Old fool. If I wasn't bound to this body and my power suppressed, I could crush this entire world like glass, he thought darkly.
"Fine," the doctor replied, turning toward the door. "Wait here. We'll prepare the discharge papers. Settle the payment when you're ready." With that, he and the nurses left the room.
Yang Kai leaned back against the pillow, relieved. Finally. I can leave this wretched place.
Chen Zu reached into his pocket and pulled out a cracked phone. "Oh, Yang Kai—this was yours, right?"
Yang Kai glanced at it and nodded. "Thanks." He accepted the broken device, his fingers brushing over its shattered screen.
So this is the phone—the most important tool in this world. From the boy's memories, it seems it can be used for almost anything: communication, buying goods, even transferring money…
His thoughts trailed off as a particular set of memories flashed through his mind—memories of late-night "exotic" videos. His eyes widened slightly.
A thin trickle of blood slid from his nose.
Bon Min stared for a second, then burst out laughing. "Oi, bastard, what are you thinking about already?"
Hang Chen smirked. "Looks like our boy's alive and well after all."
Yang Kai quickly wiped his nose, masking his embarrassment. These mortals… truly hopeless.