As consciousness slowly seeped back into my senses, a guttural moan escaped my lips. "Aaaaaaaaaaa..." My eyelids fluttered open, and I was greeted by a wave of disorientation. The world around me was a blur, colors and shapes merging into an indistinct haze. "Fuck..." I muttered, my voice hoarse and barely above a whisper, the word feeling foreign on my tongue.
Memories of the past events flooded my mind like a tidal wave, threatening to drown me in their intensity. I recalled the searing pain of being shot by Trumann, the bullets tearing through my flesh, the agony that had consumed me.
My hand instinctively reached for the wounds, fingers trembling as they traced over my skin. But to my astonishment, there was no trace of injury.
My body was unmarked, whole, and disturbingly, I was naked. The vulnerability of my state sent a chill through me. "Am I still alive?" I questioned, my voice laced with confusion and disbelief, the words echoing in the emptiness around me.
I scanned my surroundings, hoping to find some semblance of familiarity, something to anchor me to reality. But all that met my gaze was an expansive jungle, a sea of green that stretched out as far as the eye could see.
The verdant greenery was punctuated by the occasional flutter of birds taking flight, their wings a blur of color against the blue sky. The sky above was a clear, unblemished blue, devoid of any signs of civilization or the life I once knew. It was as if I had been transported to another world, one untouched by human hands.
"Or is this... hell?" I pondered aloud, my voice echoing through the dense foliage, the words hanging in the air like a curse. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, the implications too vast to comprehend. But the tranquility of the scene before me offered little in the way of answers.
The jungle was alive with the sounds of nature, the chirping of birds, and the rustling of leaves, a symphony of life that seemed to mock my confusion. Yet, it was devoid of any human presence, a fact that sent a pang of loneliness through me.
I stood up, my body protesting slightly from the unfamiliar terrain beneath my feet. The grass was cool and damp, a stark contrast to the warmth of the sun that filtered through the canopy above.
I took a tentative step forward, my senses on high alert as I navigated this new and unfamiliar world. Every sound, every movement was a potential threat, my mind racing with possibilities and fears.
I stood on unsteady legs, my bare feet sinking slightly into the damp earth. The grass was cool, almost wet, against my soles, the contrast with the warm sun filtering through the trees making my skin prickle.
"Help!" The word ripped out of me, desperate and rough. "Is anyone— there?!" My voice tore through the silence, raw and panicked, but the jungle just... swallowed it. No answer. No movement. Nothing.
"Motherfucker... I don't even have my cellphone... and where the fuck am I?" The frustration and fear in my voice were evident. I was lost, naked, and alone in a world that made no sense.
Suddenly, a voice sounded in my head, a mechanical tone that seemed out of place in the natural surroundings. It was as if the voice was a part of me, yet separate, a foreign entity that had taken residence in my mind.
[ Transmigration Successful ]
The words appeared in my mind like a notification, a message from an unknown source. I was taken aback; the implications of the words were too vast to comprehend.
[ Found.... The Pervert Host ]
The message continued, each word a blow to my understanding of reality. I was the pervert host? What did that even mean?
[ Loading System..... Successful ]
A panel materialized in front of me.
Just... appeared.
Like a fucking hologram, glowing faintly in the air, the edges shimmering with an unnatural light. My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. It was impossible.
[ Pervert System ]
[ Transmigration Successful ]
[ Found.... The Pervert Host ]
[ Loading System..... Successful ]
[ Pervert System ]
Name: Welheim Tonali
Age: 22
Skills: None
Abilities: None
Pervert Points: None
System Storage: [Gift Pack X 5]
STORE - Anything the host wishes to buy is available in the store, from food, clothing, skills, abilities, and anything else, by paying corresponding Pervert Points.
As I sat there, leaning against the rough bark of the tree, the virtual panel hovering before my eyes, I couldn't help but feel a sense of surrealism wash over me. The words "STORE" glared back at me.
The store promised anything I could wish for, from food and clothing to skills and abilities, all in exchange for something called "Pervert Points." The concept was foreign, yet intriguingly familiar, like a distant echo of a dream I once had.
I was shocked to see this virtual panel before my eyes, the implications of its existence too vast to comprehend. "What the fuck is this... transmigration..." The idea of transmigration, of being transported to another world, was a concept I had only encountered in works of fiction. Yet, here I was, living proof of its reality.
"Is this true.... or am I really dead... or is this a dream?"
The questions raced through my mind, each one a reflection of the disbelief and confusion that consumed me. I needed answers, a way to understand this new reality.
I slapped my own face.
Pain bloomed across my cheek, sharp and immediate. "Not a dream."
Rage burned through me, hot and ugly. "Send me back!" I screamed it at the sky, at the trees, at the nothingness around me. The jungle stayed silent. The system stayed silent. "You hear me?! SEND ME THE FUCK BACK! "
I yelled, my voice echoing through the jungle. "Motherfucker... send me back." The words were a plea, a desperate cry for a return to the familiarity of my old life.
I thought this system, this "Pervert System," had brought me here, to this strange new world. It had mentioned something about transmigration, a concept I was still struggling to grasp. Is this another world?
I got no response from the system. I was alone in this new world, a stranger in a strange land. Looking at the name of the system, I felt a strange sense of familiarity. It was a reflection of a part of me, a part I had kept hidden, a part of me that was undeniably a pervert.
A low, animal groan dragged itself out of my chest as consciousness clawed its way back.
My eyelids cracked open to near-darkness. The air was thick, humid, tasting of earth and something ancient. Pain throbbed behind my eyes, and for a moment I couldn't tell if I was still dying or already dead.
Flashes slammed into me—muzzle flashes in the wine cellar, the crack of gunfire, glass exploding, wine and blood spraying across stone. Sophia's scream cutting off as the world went black.
I bolted upright, naked skin scraping against rough rock. My hands flew to my chest, my stomach, searching for the holes that should have been there.
Nothing.
No blood. No wounds. Not even a mark.
Just smooth, unbroken skin stretched over muscle that felt… stronger, somehow. More alive than it had any right to be.
I was completely naked, sprawled on a wide stone ledge inside what looked like a shallow cave. The floor was cool granite dusted with soft moss and scattered animal bones picked clean. Thick vines hung like a curtain across the entrance, letting in thin blades of golden light.
"What the fuck is this…"
The words came out hoarse, echoing faintly off the curved walls.
Heart pounding, I crawled on all fours toward the vine curtain. My palms pressed against damp stone, knees scraping. I pushed the vines aside just enough to peer out—and the breath left my lungs in a rush.
Below the high ledge stretched a primeval valley that belonged to no history book I'd ever seen.
Trees rose like titans—trunks thicker than cars, crowned with fronds the size of sails. Ferns carpeted the ground in waves of deep green. Far below, a herd of massive, shaggy beasts with curved tusks grazed beside a winding river that glinted like molten silver under the late-afternoon sun.
In the distance, something enormous roared—a sound that vibrated through the rock beneath me. Giant winged shadows circled high overhead, leathery wings catching the light.
The sky was impossibly clear, not a single contrail or satellite trail to break the blue. No smoke from cities. No glint of glass towers. Nothing man-made as far as the eye could see.
Just raw, untamed wilderness.
A world untouched.
My stomach twisted.
"Am I dead?" I whispered to the empty air. "Is this hell?"
Or something worse.
I let the vines fall back and retreated deeper into the cave, back pressing against cool stone. The faint scent of old smoke lingered—someone or something had once made fire here. But the ashes were cold.
I curled my knees to my chest, trying to slow my racing heart. The silence pressed in, broken only by distant animal calls and the rustle of wind through the canopy far below.
And then—she spoke.
A voice inside my head. Female. Rich as aged honey, low and teasing, laced with dark amusement.
*Awake at last, my fierce one. The Primal Lust System has chosen well.*
I jerked, head snapping side to side. "Who's there? Show yourself!"
No answer—except the far wall of the cave suddenly ignited with soft amber light.
Ancient-looking runes, carved deep into the stone, began to glow one by one, as if waking from millennia of sleep. They formed words, symbols, a panel visible only to me—shimmering like embers in the dimness.
Primal Lust System Awakened
Host: Welheim Tonali
Age: 22
Physical Strength: Above Average
Virility: Exceptional
Dominance Aura: Dormant
Tribe Influence: 0
Lust Points: 0
Ancestral Bounty: 5 Available
Spirit Market: Unlocked
The voice returned, a sultry purr that slid down my spine like warm oil.
*You were taken too soon, Welheim. A jealous fool ended your old life in a fit of rage. But I saw your potential—the hunger in your blood, the fire in your loins. I pulled your soul across the void and forged you anew in this primal world.*
I stared at the glowing runes, jaw tight.
"This isn't real."
I slammed my fist into the cave wall beside me.
Pain exploded across my knuckles—sharp, immediate, blood welling from split skin and trickling down my wrist.
Real.
Far too fucking real.
Fury ignited, hot and blinding.
"Then send me back!" I roared at the glowing stone, voice cracking against the rock. "You think this is funny? Whatever you are—goddess, spirit, demon—send me back right now!"
The runes pulsed calmly. No anger. No sympathy.
Only that velvet voice again, amused.
*There is no return, my lord. The old world is ash to you now. This is your new domain—a time before cities, before laws, before weak men hid behind guns. Here, strength rules. Desire rules. The strong take mates, build tribes, carve empires from stone and flesh.*
I laughed, the sound bitter and ragged.
"Primal Lust System… of course." A dark, reluctant smirk tugged at my mouth.
Because even here—naked, lost, bleeding in a cave overlooking a savage world—a twisted part of me stirred at the words.
No rules.
No consequences.
Only power and pleasure.
The voice purred approval, as if tasting my thoughts.
*You understand already. Earn Lust Points through every act of dominance, every conquest of flesh and will. The Spirit Market will grant whatever your primal heart craves—weapons forged from star-metal, garments of beast-hide, skills passed down from ancient warriors, even the power to bend beasts and women to your command.*
The runes shifted. Five ornate symbols appeared beneath the panel, each pulsing like a heartbeat—offerings waiting to be claimed.
Ancestral Bounty ×5
I stared at them, blood dripping from my knuckles onto the stone floor.
My old life—private clubs, luxury estates, married women begging in wine cellars—was gone. Ended in gunfire and betrayal.
But this…
This was something new.
Something raw.
I rose slowly, ignoring the ache in my hand, and stepped toward the glowing runes.
The voice whispered, eager now.
*Begin, Welheim. Open your bounty. Claim your birthright.*
I reached out, fingers steady despite the blood, and pressed the first symbol.
Light flared across the cave wall—warm, golden, alive.
And deep inside, something dark and hungry stretched awake.
A low, animal groan dragged itself out of my chest as consciousness clawed its way back.
My eyelids cracked open to near-darkness. The air was thick, humid, tasting of earth and something ancient. Pain throbbed behind my eyes, and for a moment I couldn't tell if I was still dying or already dead.
Flashes slammed into me—muzzle flashes in the wine cellar, the crack of gunfire, glass exploding, wine and blood spraying across stone. Sophia's scream cutting off as the world went black.
I bolted upright, naked skin scraping against rough rock. My hands flew to my chest, my stomach, searching for the holes that should have been there.
Nothing.
No blood. No wounds. Not even a mark.
Just smooth, unbroken skin stretched over muscle that felt… stronger, somehow. More alive than it had any right to be.
I was completely naked, sprawled on a wide stone ledge inside what looked like a shallow cave. The floor was cool granite dusted with soft moss and scattered animal bones picked clean. Thick vines hung like a curtain across the entrance, letting in thin blades of golden light.
"What the fuck is this…"
The words came out hoarse, echoing faintly off the curved walls.
Heart pounding, I crawled on all fours toward the vine curtain. My palms pressed against damp stone, knees scraping. I pushed the vines aside just enough to peer out—and the breath left my lungs in a rush.
Below the high ledge stretched a primeval valley that belonged to no history book I'd ever seen.
Trees rose like titans—trunks thicker than cars, crowned with fronds the size of sails. Ferns carpeted the ground in waves of deep green. Far below, a herd of massive, shaggy beasts with curved tusks grazed beside a winding river that glinted like molten silver under the late-afternoon sun.
In the distance, something enormous roared—a sound that vibrated through the rock beneath me. Giant winged shadows circled high overhead, leathery wings catching the light.
The sky was impossibly clear, not a single contrail or satellite trail to break the blue. No smoke from cities. No glint of glass towers. Nothing man-made as far as the eye could see.
Just raw, untamed wilderness.
A world untouched.
My stomach twisted.
"Am I dead?" I whispered to the empty air. "Is this hell?"
Or something worse.
I let the vines fall back and retreated deeper into the cave, back pressing against cool stone. The faint scent of old smoke lingered—someone or something had once made fire here. But the ashes were cold.
I curled my knees to my chest, trying to slow my racing heart. The silence pressed in, broken only by distant animal calls and the rustle of wind through the canopy far below.
And then—she spoke.
A voice inside my head. Female. Rich as aged honey, low and teasing, laced with dark amusement.
Awake at last, my fierce one. The Primal Lust System has chosen well.
I jerked, head snapping side to side. "Who's there? Show yourself!"
No answer—except the far wall of the cave suddenly ignited with soft amber light.
Ancient-looking runes, carved deep into the stone, began to glow one by one, as if waking from millennia of sleep. They formed words, symbols, a panel visible only to me—shimmering like embers in the dimness.
Primal Lust System Awakened
Host: Welheim Tonali
Age: 22
Physical Strength: Above Average
Virility: Exceptional
Dominance Aura: Dormant
Tribe Influence: 0
Lust Points: 0
Ancestral Bounty: 5 Available
Spirit Market: Unlocked
The voice returned, a sultry purr that slid down my spine like warm oil.
You were taken too soon, Welheim. A jealous fool ended your old life in a fit of rage. But I saw your potential—the hunger in your blood, the fire in your loins. I pulled your soul across the void and forged you anew in this primal world.
I stared at the glowing runes, jaw tight.
"This isn't real."
I slammed my fist into the cave wall beside me.
Pain exploded across my knuckles—sharp, immediate, blood welling from split skin and trickling down my wrist.
Real.
Far too fucking real.
Fury ignited, hot and blinding.
"Then send me back!" I roared at the glowing stone, voice cracking against the rock. "You think this is funny? Whatever you are—goddess, spirit, demon—send me back right now!"
The runes pulsed calmly. No anger. No sympathy.
Only that velvet voice again, amused.
There is no return, my lord. The old world is ash to you now. This is your new domain—a time before cities, before laws, before weak men hid behind guns. Here, strength rules. Desire rules. The strong take mates, build tribes, carve empires from stone and flesh.
I laughed, the sound bitter and ragged.
"Primal Lust System… of course." A dark, reluctant smirk tugged at my mouth.
Because even here—naked, lost, bleeding in a cave overlooking a savage world—a twisted part of me stirred at the words.
No rules.
No consequences.
Only power and pleasure.
The voice purred approval, as if tasting my thoughts.
You understand already. Earn Lust Points through every act of dominance, every conquest of flesh and will. The Spirit Market will grant whatever your primal heart craves—weapons forged from star-metal, garments of beast-hide, skills passed down from ancient warriors, even the power to bend beasts and women to your command.
The runes shifted. Five ornate symbols appeared beneath the panel, each pulsing like a heartbeat—offerings waiting to be claimed.
Ancestral Bounty ×5
I stared at them, blood dripping from my knuckles onto the stone floor.
My old life—private clubs, luxury estates, married women begging in wine cellars—was gone. Ended in gunfire and betrayal.
But this…
This was something new.
Something raw.
I rose slowly, ignoring the ache in my hand, and stepped toward the glowing runes.
The voice whispered, eager now.
Begin, Welheim. Open your bounty. Claim your birthright.
I reached out, fingers steady despite the blood, and pressed the first symbol.
Light flared across the cave wall—warm, golden, alive.
And deep inside, something dark and hungry stretched awake.