Aaron Miles woke up with a headache so violent that he briefly considered suing reality.
His ceiling swam above him, slightly tilted, like it had lost faith in gravity. Sunlight stabbed through the curtains with zero mercy, and his mouth tasted like regret, beer, and poor life choices.
"…Ugh."
He groaned and rolled onto his side, hugging his pillow like it was the only thing that hadn't betrayed him yet.
"Never drinking again," he muttered.A pause."…Until the next emotional breakdown."
His brain slowly rebooted.
Birthday.Family dinner.Jason being Jason.Emily committing verbal murder.Beer.Phone.Weird group chat.
Gods.
System.
Instant death.
Aaron shot upright.
"Nope."
He laughed nervously and rubbed his face."Definitely a hangover dream. Yeah. My brain finally snapped."
He swung his legs off the bed, stood up—and froze.
In front of him, floating calmly in the air like it paid rent, was a translucent blue screen.
51 Hearts Destiny System
Aaron blinked.
The screen blinked back.
"…Hah."
He waved his hand through it.
The screen rippled like water.
His smile cracked.
"…Okay. Still dreaming."
A second screen appeared.
Good morning, Candidate Aaron Miles.
His heart skipped.
"No," he said firmly. "No, no, no. This is just my subconscious punishing me for yelling at imaginary gods."
The system responded instantly.
Correction: The gods are not imaginary.Correction: Your situation is permanent.
Aaron screamed.
Not a cool scream.Not a manly scream.
It was a full, cracked, voice-breaking scream that echoed through the apartment.
"AAAAAA—"
The door slammed open.
Emily peeked in."…Why are you yelling this early?"
Aaron pointed shakily at the floating screen.
"DO YOU SEE THAT?!"
Emily squinted."…See what?"
The screen politely minimized.
Visibility restricted to Candidate only.
Emily stared at her brother, unimpressed."…You need therapy."
She closed the door.
Aaron collapsed back onto the bed.
"…It's real."
The system expanded again, almost smug.
System Rules — Overview
Objective:Make 51 women reach 100% affection toward you.
Affection Levels:0% → Stranger30% → Favorable60% → Trust90% → Deep Attachment (Reward Unlocked)100% → Absolute Loyalty (Permanent)
Failure Condition: Refusal Attempt to escape Death before completion Instant Death
Success Rewards: Immortality Unlimited Wealth Hidden Authority
Aaron stared, mouth open.
"…Fifty-one," he whispered.
His chest tightened.
"You want me—me—to make fifty-one women fall in love with me?"
Affection does not always equal love.However, loyalty does.
"That makes it worse!"
Another window popped up.
Additional Rules
• Women retain free will before 100%• After 100%, loyalty is absolute• Jealousy is nullified post-loyalty• Betrayal by candidate is impossible• System interference is minimal• Emotional manipulation is discouraged• Failure to progress within time limits may trigger penalties
Aaron's legs trembled.
"Time limits?"
Correct.Stagnation equals death.
He laughed.
A dry, broken sound.
"This is a joke," he said weakly. "This has to be a joke."
His phone buzzed.
The El God Lounge chat opened by itself.
God of Luck:Morning, loser.
God of Love:Did you sleep well?
God of Wealth:Try not to die today.
God of Misfortune:Odds aren't great.
God of Trolls:He's alive! I win 3 divine coins.
Aaron grabbed his phone with shaking hands.
Aaron:THIS IS NOT FUNNY.UNDO THIS.
God of Trolls:Why would we?
God of Love:You asked a question. We answered.
God of Luck:Think of it as… character development.
Aaron's breathing grew shallow.
"You said… test," he typed.
Aaron:What test?!
God of Wealth:Oh, that.
God of Misfortune:Didn't we tell him?
God of Trolls:Oops.
God of Love:This universe requires a Human Emotion Manager.
God of Luck:Someone who understands desire, jealousy, affection, loyalty.
God of Wealth:Someone flexible. Entertaining.
God of Misfortune:Disposable if needed.
Aaron's vision blurred.
"So I'm… an experiment?"
God of Trolls:Test subject sounds cooler.
Aaron laughed again—this time hysterically.
"You're insane. All of you. You're treating my life like a mobile game!"
God of Love:Because it is.
God of Luck:Hard mode.
The words Failure = Instant Death pulsed in his vision.
Instant.
No retry.
No save file.
"No… no, no, no…"
Aaron slid down until his back hit the bed frame, hands clutching his hair.
"I can't do this," he whispered. "I can't even confess properly. I panic. I lie. I mess everything up."
The system didn't respond.
For the first time, it felt… quiet.
Aaron's chest tightened painfully.
"What if I refuse?" he asked hoarsely.
Refusal detected as failure.Proceeding will result in instant death.
"…What if I run?"
Escape attempts are meaningless.The system is bound to your existence.
"…What if I die naturally?"
Unacceptable workaround.
His vision darkened.
His hands shook.
Tears welled up despite his effort.
"This isn't fair…" he whispered. "I didn't ask for this."
God of Trolls:You kinda did.
God of Love:But we'll make it interesting.
God of Wealth:Starter pack?
Aaron barely reacted.
A soft chime echoed.
First Reward Granted
Starter Fund: $100,000
Aaron blinked.
"…What?"
His phone buzzed again.
Bank Notification:Deposit Received: $100,000.00
He froze.
Slowly, mechanically, he opened his banking app.
The number stared back at him.
Six digits.
Real.
Heavy.
His knees gave out again.
"…It's real."
God of Wealth:See? We're generous.
God of Luck:Use it wisely.
God of Misfortune:Or don't.
Aaron laughed weakly.
"My life… is officially ruined."
He was no longer a normal student.
No longer free.
Every smile now had a deadline.Every interaction, a counter.Every woman… a ticking percentage.
The system displayed one final prompt.
Decision Required
▶ Accept the System▶ Delay (Penalty Pending)
Aaron stared at it for a long time.
Running was pointless.Refusing meant death.
He exhaled slowly.
"…Fine."
His eyes hardened—not with confidence, but with resignation.
"I'll play your stupid game."
The button glowed.
System Accepted
Somewhere beyond reality, gods laughed.
And Aaron Miles' normal life ended forever.