I opened the fourth gift, and it revealed an ability called "Berserker." The description was vague, but the implications were vast. It promised to make my body limitless, to instantly reach the maximum level of all abilities and skills, and to remove any negative effects.
It would also allow me to have control over my body on a cellular level. The ability was overpowered, which can make me invincible if I buy some powerful abilities from the Store in the system.
But I was still a chicken, with no strength or ability to protect myself, except for the Magical Tool. I didn't know what kind of danger I would face here, but I was determined to find out.
I opened the last gift with a sense of trepidation, a prayer on my lips for something to protect my safety. It revealed an ability called "Healing Factor," a skill that would make me immortal, that would heal any injury I suffered, and that would protect me from diseases and infections. The implications were vast, the potential both exciting and terrifying.
"Ha ha ha haaaa.... I will be a fucking unkillable monster.... awesome..." I couldn't help but laugh, with excitement that I achieved something that no one can achieve, and I would be an Immortal Being right away. But my laughter stopped as a thought crossed my mind.
I still didn't have any fighting power, and if anybody knew about my abilities, I would be captured or experimented upon.
But as I stood there, I couldn't help but wonder about the nature of this world. I didn't know if magic existed in this world or not, like in those novels where the main character reincarnates in magical worlds.
I had read those manga, but I never thought this would actually happen to me. The thought was both exciting and terrifying, a mix of wonder and fear.
I was not perverted enough to cut myself to see if the Healing Factor was working or not, but looking at the other abilities of the system, I didn't doubt it.
The Healing Factor was a powerful ability, one that promised to keep me alive no matter what. But even with the Healing Factor, that didn't mean I wouldn't feel hungry or thirsty.
The ability would keep me alive, even if I became a sunken skeleton, a thought that was both comforting and terrifying.
I knew that I had to be careful, that I had to be strategic. I couldn't just rely on the Healing Factor to keep me alive. I needed to learn about this world, to understand its rules and its people.
Lastly, I paid attention to the Store, a place that had everything, from food and clothes to guns, cars, planes, choppers, even spaceships, and time machines.
The variety was endless. And when it came to skills, it had all kinds, from swimming and hunting to writing, cooking, tracking, assassination, survival, and more. The list was endless, never-ending, and you can get anything you want.
But the only thing missing was purchase points. Generally, for food items, the price was 10 Pervert Points, and for a grand luxury full meal, it cost 50 Pervert Points, which was the maximum for food.
The cheapest was a water bottle, priced at 2 Pervert Points. When it came to clothing, it started at 50 Pervert Points and went up to 10000 Pervert Points, with all kinds of clothing, including spacesuits and fireproof suits.
Skills were quite expensive. Swimming costs 10000 Pervert Points, hunting costs 20000 Pervert Points, and assassination costs 45000 Pervert Points.
The cheapest skill was swimming, and the thing that I needed most was the survival skill, which was 30000 Pervert Points. Looking at my balance of Pervert Points, which was fucking zero, I couldn't help but curse.
"Motherfucker... system, do you want to kill me?" I yelled at the system for not even considering how I would even survive without any food if I didn't have any Pervert Points to start with.
I didn't have any food or water, and to earn Pervert Points, I needed a woman. But where could I find a woman in this fucking jungle?
Looking at the abilities, each was outrageously expensive. Cloning was one of the least expensive at 100000 Pervert Points.
Telekinesis costs around 1 million Pervert Points, Superhuman Strength 500000 Pervert Points, and Telepathy 10 million Pervert Points.
I couldn't help but feel a sense of anger and frustration as I closed the store. I was dirt poor, with no way to earn Pervert Points in this fucking jungle.
I yelled for the system, but it didn't respond. It was a dead system, making me think it was a dumb system without any intelligence. Suddenly, I heard a prompt notification from the system.
[ Does the host want to initiate the World Map? ]
[ Yes / No ]
I clicked Yes without any delay, as at least with the map, I could know how big the world was. As soon as I clicked yes, a map appeared on the virtual panel, just like in some game.
It showed my location, with a person standing there like my 3D image on the map at the same place I was standing. The map was not like a satellite map, but was like a terrain map, same as those in games.
I could see the jungle all around me. This function was really helpful, so I decided to test whether I could zoom in or out of the map. As I zoomed out to see the whole world, I found that red dots started appearing on the map, a lot of them, which were at the end of this jungle. They were in groups of a few hundred together, and then at a distance, there were another few hundred of them.
As I kept zooming out, I found it was the same as Earth, with the continents the same, and I was still in America. The location it showed should be around the same place, like it was the same exact city where I lived. But the map was not showing the names of the continent or city, or anything, just my location and red dots.
As I zoomed in on those red dots that were just outside this forest area near me, they were found to be moving.
Night had fully claimed the valley, turning it into an abyss of shadow and mystery.
From my high cave ledge, the world below was a vast sea of black, broken only by winding rivers of bioluminescent fungi that glowed pale blue along the water's edge. Occasional flickers of true orange fire pierced the darkness—distant campfires or volcanic vents, too far to reach tonight. The air carried the heavy scent of impending rain from far-off storms, mingled with the deep, primal musk of massive beasts prowling the undergrowth. Strange insect calls rose and fell in an endless chorus, some shrill, some deep and rumbling, like the valley itself was breathing.
Inside the cave, the rune wall pulsed with soft amber light, casting long shadows across the uneven stone floor scattered with ancient bones and patches of thick moss. The cool granite bit into my bare feet as I paced, the Living Artifact warm and alive against my wrist, my hide garments shifting silently with every movement.
Two Ancestral Bounty symbols still glowed steadily on the wall, their light almost mocking in its patience.
Hunger twisted sharply in my gut—a raw, insistent ache that no amount of water from the eternal flask could dull. I needed meat. Fat. Something hot and bloody to sink my teeth into. Soon. In this world, weakness invited death, and an empty belly was the fastest way to become prey.
The sultry female voice brushed my mind again, low and coaxing, like a lover's whisper in the dark.
*Finish the gifts, my lord. True power awaits those bold enough to claim it.*
I stopped pacing and stepped to the wall, pressing the fourth symbol without hesitation.
Light flared bright across the stone. Words seared themselves into existence, burning like brands.
New Ability Unlocked: Blood Fury
Description: Ignite the ancient rage buried in your blood. Body becomes boundless—every skill, every ability surges instantly to its absolute peak. Cellular mastery becomes absolute. Pain ignored, fatigue banished, poison purged. Wounds seal even as they are inflicted. All negative effects consumed in fire and blood. The unstoppable fury of the first warriors courses through your veins.
My pulse thundered in my ears.
Overpowered didn't even scratch the surface.
With the right purchases from the Spirit Market, I could become a living legend—a force no primitive tribe could stand against.
But right now? I was still just a hungry, naked exile in a cave, with zero real fighting experience beyond whatever the Artifact could mimic.
I didn't pause. I touched the final symbol.
New Ability Unlocked: Eternal Regeneration
Description: Your flesh defies the laws of death. Any wound closes in heartbeats. Limbs regrow from stumps. Disease, venom, infection—all cast out like impurities. Age slows to a crawl. Only the total destruction of heart and brain can end you… and even then, the fury may deny oblivion.
Laughter erupted from deep in my chest—raw, wild, echoing off the cave walls like a war cry from some forgotten age.
"Ha ha ha… I'm going to be a fucking unkillable monster."
The voice purred, rich with dark satisfaction.
*Immortal flesh to house an immortal appetite, my lord.*
The laughter faded gradually, leaving only the distant insect chorus and my own breathing.
Because immortality wasn't the same as comfort.
I could be torn apart by claws and fangs, heal every savage tear… and still feel the agony. Starve until I was skin stretched over bone, organs failing one by one, and still crawl forward, conscious, suffering.
And I had no true strength yet. No honed combat instincts beyond modern brawls and bedroom dominance.
If something massive scented me tonight and climbed this ledge, I'd regenerate… but I'd scream until my throat bled.
The thought fueled a fresh surge of frustration.
I turned back to the rune wall and traced the spiral glyph the voice had revealed earlier.
The Spirit Market awakened fully.
Visions bloomed across the stone like reflections in a sacred pool—endless arrays of possibilities shimmering in the amber light.
Food appeared first: a sizzling roasted mammoth haunch drizzled with herbs (10 Lust Points). A full tribal feast spread around a roaring fire—smoked saber-tooth steaks, mashed roots, sweet wild fruits, thick fermented drink in horn cups (50 Points maximum). A single pull of pure mountain water—2 Points.
Garments: basic beast-hide loincloth and vest (50 Points) up to mastercrafted battle armor of thick rhino-hide reinforced with saber-tooth fangs and mammoth-ivory plates (10,000 Points).
Weapons: simple stone-tipped spear (100 Points) to legendary blades forged from metal fallen from the stars (50,000 Points).
Skills: Fire Mastery (15,000 Points), Tracking Prey Through Any Terrain (20,000), Beast Taming and Command (25,000), Survival in the Wild (30,000), Silent Kill From Shadows (45,000), Master Stone Crafting (12,000).
And the truly divine powers: Flesh Cloning to multiply my form (100,000 Points), Mind Force to move objects with will alone (1 million), Titan Strength to shatter boulders (500,000), Thought Speech to command minds across distances (10 million).
The possibilities stretched on, endless, tempting.
My balance glared back in cold, unforgiving amber.
Lust Points: 0
"Motherfucker…"
I slammed my palm against the stone—hard enough to send a jolt up my arm, not hard enough to break skin.
"Are you trying to starve me out on purpose, woman?" I growled into the empty air, voice rough with anger. "No points, no women for hundreds of miles—how the hell am I supposed to earn anything before I waste away up here?"
The voice remained silent, as if savoring my rage.
Frustration boiled hotter, turning to cold determination.
I needed to understand this world. Its size. Its dangers. Where the nearest tribes were—where the hunt could truly begin.
As if reading my desperation, the voice returned, smooth and inviting.
*Shall I unveil the Vision of the Lands, my lord?*
[ Yes / No ]
"Yes. Now. Show me."
The entire far wall erupted in brilliant light.
A vast topographic map carved itself across the stone in glowing relief—raised ridges for mountain chains, deep etched valleys for mighty rivers, shaded expanses for impenetrable forests and open savannas. My cave pulsed as a single crimson sigil high on the western ridge, overlooking the endless green.
The jungle below was immense—hundreds upon hundreds of miles of dense, deadly green in every direction, broken only by winding rivers and scattered clearings.
I reached out, fingers brushing the glowing ridges, and the map obeyed my touch—zooming, panning, revealing details at my command.
As I pulled back farther, viewing the full continent, new marks began to appear.
Beating heart-marks.
Red. Pulsing slowly, rhythmically.
Clusters scattered across the landmasses—groups of one to three hundred hearts each, gathered at fertile river bends, on open grasslands, at the feet of mountain ranges.
The nearest cluster lay just beyond the jungle's eastern border—perhaps three days' hard travel down the valley, across a wide savanna dotted with grazing herds.
They moved in slow, organic patterns. Not random. Camps. Villages. Migrating tribes.
People.
Real people.
Women.
My mouth went dry, throat tight.
Eyes of Perversion stirred eagerly behind my vision, already hungry for the glowing numbers that would soon light up soft, sweat-glistened curves in firelight.
The continents… the outlines were eerily familiar. Same shapes as the old Earth. I was still roughly where my modern city had stood—deep in the heart of what would have been the Americas.
But no names etched. No cities. No roads or borders.
Just raw, living earth, mighty rivers, endless wilderness… and those beating red hearts.
Primitive settlements scattered across a Stone Age world.
The voice whispered, intimate and hungry, curling through my thoughts.
*Fertile hunting grounds, my lord. Tribes of strong, untamed women—bodies shaped by survival, ripe for claiming. No weak men to hide behind weapons. Only strength and desire. Descend when the sun rises. Claim the first points. Begin your legend.*
I stood frozen long after the map dimmed, staring out through the vine curtain into absolute darkness.
Hunger clawed deeper than ever—not just in my belly, but lower, primal.
But now I had direction.
A path down the ledge at dawn.
And soon—very soon—I'd feed every appetite.
The night stretched endless, filled with distant roars, the promise of blood, and the first sparks of conquest.
I settled against the cool stone wall, Living Artifact warm on my wrist, eternal waterskin at my side, hide garments rough against my skin.
Tomorrow, I would descend the ridge.
Tomorrow, the hunt truly began.