Description:
User may acquire the primary ability of any individual who falls in love with them.
The process is automatic and irreversible upon emotional confirmation.
The acquired ability is unique to the host and cannot be copied further by others.
[ Condition: The target must possess strong emotional resonance toward the host—minimum threshold: Infatuation ]
'...SSS+?'
Cruxius stood still, staring at the ranking. Supervillains didn't have access to rank crystals or expert analysis, but for heroes, official data was available. According to that data, even the strongest heroes barely achieved an SS rank.
This was beyond anything he'd ever seen.
[ Additional Feature Unlocked within HeartSync ]
[ Resonance Factor Activated ]
Description:
The deeper the target's emotional bond with the host, the stronger the derived ability becomes.
Multiplier range: 1x to 5x amplification, based on emotional depth and devotion.
Real-time updates available in Status Window.
[ Caution: Betrayal or emotional rupture will result in power degradation. ]
'So... loyalty matters. Makes sense.'
It appeared that he was getting the gist of things. Looking at and believing what he was seeing felt oddly natural—considering this world was already filled with too many impossible things.
[ Synchronization Interface Installed ]
> Current Linked Candidates: 0
No emotional threads detected.
Awaiting connection...
'It really wants me to build a harem, doesn't it?'
[ Passive Trait Unlocked: Desire Magnetism ] – Rank: SS
Description: The more a woman loves you, the more charming you will appear to her.
Passive influence accelerates the emotional bonding process.
'Now that's just cheating...'
[ Skill Tree Available ]
[ Core Ability Path: Black Loop ] – Rank: SS+
[ Sub-Ability Path: HeartSync ] – Rank: SSS+
> New Node Unlocked:
[ Arrival Reward Bestowed ]
DING!
[ Black Loop's Rank is temporarily Boosted ]
[ Pulse Limit: Override ] – One-Time Boost [ SS+ ⟹ SSS+ ]
> Description: For the next 20 seconds, the user may choose any time period to return back in the past after his death.
[ Time remaining: 00:18 seconds ]
Warning: Cooldown – Not applicable. Single-use only.
'!?!'
'Huh?'
Cruxius's eyes snapped toward Lira's limp body on the bed. Then toward the wine bottle on the cart—still half-full of poisoned liquid.
He didn't hesitate.
Swiftly, he moved back to the bed and positioned himself over her, straddling her stomach. Her chest barely rose. Her skin was pale, lips tinged blue. She was dying—and so was he.
He could already feel the numbness creeping up his legs, the sluggish heaviness in his veins.
He grabbed the wine bottle and lifted her delicate, cold hand within his grasp, wrapping her fingers around the glass neck.
With a smirk, he looked down at her sleeping face.
'Even if I die, I return 24 hours back. If this system is real... then I can make things right this time. Better this time.'
"You may never find a lover like me, Lira," he murmured, voice soft and laced with dark amusement. "A man who let you poison him twice in a single night. A villain who shared your vengeance and drank death from your lips."
He lifted the bottle to his mouth and took another long sip of the poisoned wine. It burned going down—bitter, metallic, wrong.
His vision blurred. His hands trembled.
But his eyes never left hers.
"I return every wound I receive a thousandfold, you see," he continued, voice growing hoarse. "So next time... I'll fuck you a thousand times until your loud cries fill this room, all night long, with much more thrust than before."
He leaned down, pressing his lips against hers in a gentle kiss.
Her lips were cold. Unresponsive. But still soft.
Still 'hers'.
"It seems we'll have to meet again, my love."
Then he swallowed the last mouthful of poisoned wine and collapsed beside her.
Their bodies lay intertwined—naked, exhausted, dying together in the same bed where they'd made love and war.
Darkness crept in from the edges of his vision.
His breathing slowed.
And just before everything went black—
He smiled.
'...Let's begin a new chapter...'
'!'
Splash—
Warm liquid sprayed across his face.
Cruxius blinked, disoriented, as something hot and wet hit his cheeks, his lips, dripping down his chin. His hands were gripping soft thighs—young, trembling thighs—and between them, a pussy was convulsing violently around his cock.
"Ahhhh—!"
The scream was high-pitched, desperate, breaking on the last note as the woman beneath him arched off the bed.
Her whole body went rigid, back bowing, toes curling so hard they cramped.
Then she squirted—a jet of clear fluid erupting from where they were joined, splashing against his abs, his chest, his face.
"Ngh—hah—hah—"
Her pussy clenched like a vice, milking him, and he groaned as he felt himself cum too—thick ropes of seed flooding into her virgin cunt, filling her completely.
Her walls rippled and squeezed, each contraction pulling more from him until he was empty.
Then she went limp.
Completely, utterly limp.
Her arms fell to the sides, fingers uncurling. Her legs slid off his shoulders, thighs splayed open.
Her head lolled to the side, dark hair spilling across the pillow, lips parted as she gasped for air that wouldn't come fast enough.
"Hah... hah..."
She was out. Consciousness flickering like a dying candle. Eyes rolled back, showing only whites. The orgasm had been too much—too intense for someone experiencing sex for the first time.
Cruxius pulled out slowly, his cock slipping free with a wet pop.
Cum immediately leaked from her swollen, abused pussy, mixing with blood—the torn remnants of her hymen staining the white sheets beneath them like a blooming red flower.
He sat back on his heels, chest heaving, and wiped his face with the back of his hand.
The squirt had gotten everywhere. His cheeks. His lips. He could taste it—slightly salty, slightly sweet, uniquely hers.
'Again back to those young days.'
The thought settled in his mind like an anchor.
He glanced around the room—familiar, yet distant. High ceilings with golden inlays. Wide balcony overlooking mountains.
Silk curtains billowing in the night breeze. Moonlight painting everything silver and shadow.
This was his room. His mansion. The Montserrat estate.
But this wasn't now.
This was then.
A century ago.
No—not a century. Just back to his college days. Before Lira. Before the loops became endless. Before he became the monster the world knew him as.
This was the beginning.
He looked down at the unconscious woman on his bed. She was beautiful in that raw, unrefined way—curves still soft with youth, skin unmarked except for the hickeys he'd left across her neck and breasts.
Her breathing was shallow but steady. Alive. Just overwhelmed.
He remembered her now. Vaguely. She'd approached him during the fresher's party, all nervous smiles and batting eyelashes.
He'd been drunk. Reckless. A playboy heir with too much money and not enough consequences.
He'd brought her here. Fucked her. Took her virginity without a second thought.
And then...
And then something happened. Something that changed everything.
'Right. This is the night I died the first time.'
The realization hit him like ice water.
This was the loop's starting point—not 24 hours ago. Not yesterday. But years ago. Decades, maybe.
The system had used its one-time boost. The SSS+ rank override. And it had sent him here.
To the very beginning of his powers.
To the night a superhero attacked him.
"Hah..." He laughed—soft, dark, disbelieving. "So this is where it all starts over."