Looking around, seeing no sign of humans, I didn't know where this system had thrown me. But one thing was true: I was still alive, and this was not hell.
The jungle around me was alive with the sounds of nature, the chirping of birds, and the rustling of leaves. It was a world untouched by human hands, a world that was both beautiful and terrifying in its isolation.
I sat down, leaning against the tree, and looked at the virtual panel. In the system storage, it showed 5 gift packs. After taking a deep breath, I decided to open one. I had no other choice, no other way to understand this new reality.
I opened the first gift pack, the virtual wrapper dissolving to reveal an ability called "Eyes of Perversion." The description was clear: it would help me earn Pervert Points, showing a number on the body parts of women.
If I touched that part, I would get the corresponding number of Pervert Points. The implications were vast, the potential both exciting and terrifying.
"Fuck... I knew this perverted system was really perverted.... and Eyes of Perversion... is also a good skill in order to earn points... but there is not even a human here. Where can I find a woman... is this some fantasy world... or some other world I don't know..."
The questions raced through my mind, each one a reflection of the confusion and disbelief that consumed me. I needed answers, a way to understand this new reality.
I decided to open another gift, hoping it would provide some clarity, some understanding of where I was and what I was supposed to do.
The second gift opened, revealing an item called "Magical Tool." The description was vague, stating that it could change form and be anything I wanted.
I looked at the Magical Tool, which was in a ring shape, a stark contrast to the natural world around me. "What the fuck is this... is this a prank?" I was confused looking at this ring-type thing called a Magical Tool.
I thought of trying it out, of testing its limits. I was still naked, a fact that sent a chill down my spine. I thought of clothes, and suddenly, the Magical Tool stretched like liquid, flowing over my body like a second skin, a nano armor reminiscent of the symbiote.
I shouted, my voice echoing through the jungle, full of disbelief. "What the fuck is this? And how is this even possible... It's like magic."
I decided to try various things, testing the limits of the Magical Tool. I thought of a gun, and suddenly, the tool retracted from my body, converting into a firearm.
The weight was familiar, just like a real gun. I thought of testing it, of seeing if it was just a facade or if it was indeed a functional weapon.
I fired the shot, the sound echoing through the jungle like a thunderclap. The recoil also felt similar to the real gun.
With the firing of the gun, I remembered how I was killed, the bullets tearing through my flesh, the agony that had consumed me. I didn't have any regret, but the anger towards Trumann was a burning ember in my chest.
"How did that motherfucker really shoot me? I didn't really deserve it. I was just helping his wife, trying to bring some happiness into her life. This is how I got rewarded, with betrayal and death." I thought to myself.
Now, I was in a new world, a world that was both strange and terrifying. But I was alive, and I had a chance to start anew.
I looked at the Magical Tool, the gun still clutched in my hand, and made a decision. I was going to survive in this new world, no matter what it took. I was going to find a way back, or if that wasn't possible, I was going to make a new life for myself. This was not the end; it was just the beginning.
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 memories of my past life, of Trumann and Eveline, were still fresh in my mind.
I knew that Trumann would surely die, and perhaps Eveline would too. My parents were not the kind of people to let such an affront slide. They would burn the world for me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the thought of Trumann being skinned alive.
But as I thought of Eveline, I couldn't help but feel a sense of regret. I thought of her tight little asshole, of the fact that I never got to fully claim her.
Looking at the gun in my hand, I decided to change it, to convert it into something more useful. The Magical Tool was truly a marvel, a device that could change form and be anything I wanted. I thought of clothes, and suddenly, the tool stretched like liquid, flowing over my body like a second skin, forming into a t-shirt and shorts.
The fabric was cool and comfortable, a stark contrast to the rough bark of the tree I was leaning against. I couldn't help but marvel at the tool, at the fact that it could even change color. This thing would be useful, no matter where I was.
Thinking of this, I was excited to open the third gift. It revealed an ability called "Universal Language," a skill that would allow me to communicate in any language.
The words spoken by me would automatically be converted into the listener's known language, and if someone spoke to me, I would hear it in English, my known language.
"Well.... if this world is some fantasy world, where I can see elves and meet fairies, then it will all be worth it. Even my death will be worth it if there are really elves here," I muttered, with some excitement.
The cave felt like a throne carved from the bones of the earth itself.
High on the ledge, wind howled past the vine curtain, carrying the distant bellows of massive beasts and the crash of waterfalls far below. Dusk bled across the primeval valley, painting the endless canopy in fire and shadow. Strange constellations began to prick the darkening sky—patterns no modern eye had ever charted.
I stood naked at the mouth, skin prickling in the cooling air, heart still hammering from the revelations on the glowing rune wall.
Alive.
Reborn.
And apparently the chosen vessel of something called the Primal Lust System.
The sultry female voice that lived in my skull chuckled softly, as if tasting my confusion.
*Five Ancestral Bounties remain, my lord. Claim them. Arm yourself for the savage world that waits below.*
I turned back into the dim interior. The runes pulsed steadily, five ornate symbols glowing like embers beneath the main panel.
No food yet. No water. No real weapons beyond my fists.
I needed whatever this ancient power was willing to give.
I stepped closer and pressed the first symbol.
Light flared across the stone. New words burned into existence.
New Ability Unlocked: Eyes of Perversion
Description: When activated, reveals glowing numerical markers on the bodies of fertile females—over breasts, hips, thighs, ass, and most sacred places. Each number indicates the exact Lust Points earned when that part is touched, teased, claimed, or fully conquered. The more intense the act, the higher the yield. Repeated claims on the same woman increase future rewards.
A low, involuntary laugh rumbled out of me.
Of course.
Even in this prehistoric hell—or paradise—the system wasted no time reminding me who I was.
A pervert to the core.
The voice purred, rich with approval.
*A hunter must know the value of his prey. Use it well.*
I flexed my fingers, imagining those glowing numbers lighting up soft skin in the dark. My cock stirred at the thought, but I shoved it down.
No women yet. Just endless wilderness and things with teeth.
I moved to the second symbol and touched it.
New Artifact Bound: Living Artifact
Description: Indestructible symbiotic relic from the dawn times. Responds instantly to thought. Can become any tool, weapon, armor, or garment the host desires. No limits beyond imagination.
A ribbon of black liquid shadow peeled from the rune and slithered across the floor like smoke given life. It coiled up my leg, warm and tingling, before settling around my left wrist as a thick bone-carved bracelet etched with faint crimson veins.
I stared at it for a long moment.
Then thought: something to cover me.
The black substance surged, flowing over my skin like warm oil. In seconds it formed a sleeveless vest of dark, supple hide across my chest and a low-hanging loincloth that barely concealed my growing interest. The material moved with me like a second skin—light, tough, perfect.
"Goddamn…"
I thought of a blade. The artifact detached in a liquid stream, reshaping into a heavy, curved hunting knife balanced perfectly in my palm.
Then a spear. Then a modern-style pistol—matte black, heavy, real.
I aimed at a protruding rock spur at the back of the cave and fired.
The crack was deafening in the enclosed space. Sparks flew as the bullet ricocheted, embedding deep in stone. Recoil kicked my wrist exactly like the real thing. The smell of gunpowder hung brief and sharp before the artifact absorbed the smoke.
Real.
Deadly.
Memories flooded back unbidden: Dimitri's cold eyes in the wine cellar, the pistol rising, the first explosion of pain as bullets tore through me.
I lowered the weapon, jaw clenched.
"That jealous fuck actually did it."
No real regret for Sophia—she'd spread herself eagerly, begged for every inch.
But the fact I never got to fully finish, never got to bury myself deep in that virgin ass and make her scream my name one last time… that left a sour taste.
Back in the old world, Dimitri was already a dead man walking. My family didn't forgive. They'd dismantle him piece by piece, make sure Sophia watched.
I almost smiled at the thought.
Good.
I reshaped the pistol back into the bracelet, then formed sturdy hide boots that laced up my calves. Whatever this Living Artifact was, it was going to keep me alive.
Time for the third bounty.
I pressed the rune.
New Ability Unlocked: Tongues of the Ancients
Description: All speech directed at the host is understood perfectly in his mind. All words spoken by the host are heard by listeners in their native tongue. Extends to beast calls, tribal dialects, and the lost languages of this era.
The voice laughed low, delighted.
*Soon you will meet the fierce daughters of this land. They will hear your commands as honey… or as thunder.*
Heat surged through me at the words.
If this world had women—strong, untamed cavewomen with full breasts, wide hips, bodies built for survival and breeding—then maybe dying had been the greatest gift I'd ever received.
No jealous husbands with guns.
No laws.
Just raw strength and raw desire.
I stepped back to the cave mouth as full night fell. The valley below was a sea of black broken by bioluminescent fungi glowing along riverbanks. Far in the distance, pinpricks of true fire flickered—campfires?
My blood stirred.
The hunt was coming.
I still had two bounties left, but curiosity burned hotter than caution.
I touched the fourth symbol.
New Item Acquired: Eternal Waterskin
Description: Bottomless vessel of carved mammoth ivory. Fills instantly with pure drinking water on command. Never empties. Never spoils.
A heavy, ornate flask materialized in my hand—cool ivory etched with primal scenes of hunters and mating beasts. I uncorked it and drank deep. The water was crisp, cold, perfect.
Finally, the fifth.
New Ability Unlocked: Primal Scent
Description: Emit a subtle pheromone aura that heightens female arousal and lowers natural defenses in fertile women within close range. Strengthens with higher Lust Points spent. Undetectable to males.
The voice whispered, intimate as a lover's breath.
*Now you are ready, my lord. Descend. Hunt. Claim.*
I stood at the ledge, Living Artifact wrapped around my wrist, waterskin slung over my shoulder, naked torso gleaming in the moonlight.
Eyes of Perversion dormant but waiting.
The valley called.
Somewhere down there, fires burned.
And women waited—strong, fierce, untouched by any system but nature's.
I grinned into the darkness.
Time to start earning points.