Professor Dean Caster buzzed on about "System Ethics 101: The Socio-Moral Implications of Mana Redistribution in Post-Calamity Economies", which, honestly, was the academic equivalent of watching paint dry while praying to God for a spur-of-the-moment power outage.
Leon Hanson was minutes away from a coma, but managed to keep one of his eyes vaguely open so as not to attract the soul-crushing gaze of Mr. Caster.
His screen was normally a calm holographic display that read:
[Level 2: Apprentice Mage] and [Skills: Minor Spark, Slightly Less Minor Spark]
His point balance, well enough to buy snacks at least.
Then it happened—not a thunderclap, it wasn't even an asteroid—just a blink.
The blue holographic screen that usually mocked him with his low stats was now reading another text automatically.
[ ERROR: Class Initialization Failed ]
[ Reassigning Path… ]
[ System Reboot: Lust Assimilation Protocol Activated. ]
Each new pop-up was more absurd than the last.
Leon blinked, his chest tightened, and his pulse quickened on instinct. "Lust Assimilation Protocol"? What the actual fuck? Was this some elaborate prank by those Guild rejects from the IT department? He snickered, trying to brush it off, but he couldn't.
He tried paying active attention, but the damn screen wouldn't change.
He even tried ignoring it, but...let's be honest, it's hard to ignore such.
'What the fuck is this?' Leon asked in thought. He wasn't sure what was happening.
Until the texts on the system changed again. This time, displaying something, even Leon was eventually going to be ashamed of saying out loud.
[SSS-Rank Seduction System: Activated.] [Welcome, Leon Hanson.]
He just stared blankly. "Oh f*ck, I'm officially screwed." He muttered.