Ultimate Charm System
Catching my girlfriend of four years on all fours while some guy slammed into her from behind as she screamed 'harder' was not exactly the sight I ever expected to walk in on.
My heart didn’t just break; it hollowed out. I drank myself stupid trying to numb it, but alcohol never really does the job. Then, like an idiot, I drove home drunk and ended up crashing straight into a truck.
On the brink of death, a wickedly sexy demon appeared. She offered to save me and grant me power, so long as I gave her one thing in return: entertainment.
Next thing I know, I’ve been blessed with a Charm skill. And as it levels up, life gets… chaotic.
Suddenly I’m being chased by all kinds of women—college professors, thirsty single moms, even high-class cougars with more money than morals.
As I climb the social ladder and build real influence, one goal stays burning in my chest: to serve the girl who betrayed me a cold, delicious revenge she’ll never forget.
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Chapter: 49. The weight of a Hundred Million [DING! Payment Successful]The sound wasn't loud, but in the sudden, suffocating silence of the hall, it echoed like a cannon blast.For a heartbeat, time simply stopped. Jaws didn’t just drop; they slackened as the reality of the transaction settled over the room. The auctioneer stood frozen, his hand still gripped around the microphone as if he’d forgotten its purpose."No... way!"The words finally tore from Mr. Adams’ throat, and like a dam breaking, absolute chaos followed."Unbelievable! Ladies and gentlemen, the boy wasn't barking—he just bit the entire room! The payment is confirmed!" the auctioneer shrieked into the mic, her voice hitting a frantic, high-pitched register.The crowd lost its collective mind."Is he... a hidden tycoon?""I’ve never seen him in the Forbes circles! Who is he?""That’s how billionaires these days are. They dress like beggars just to watch us squirm!"Mark d
Last Updated: 2026-01-31
Chapter: 48. A betIf the world saw how pathetic these "elites" truly were, they would be decimated. A scandal of this magnitude wouldn’t just trend on the news and social platforms; it would incinerate legacies. For Mr. Adams however, it would be an opportunity to boost his fame and popularity. In the world of the ultra-rich, other people’s reputations are merely stepping stones. If the paparazzi captured the Simpson family’s public unraveling, Adams’ own brand would skyrocket. Or at least that was his mentality.In an instant, the doors swung wide. The paparazzi flooded the hall like a tidal wave, mics extended and camera flashes strobing against the velvet curtains."Mr. Adams! What changed?" a reporter shrieked, shoving a microphone toward him. "You demanded total privacy, and now you’re inviting a broadcast?"Adams leaned back, his voice dripping with calculated malice. "I was losing interest. This room is filled with businesses that bore me to tears. How
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Chapter: 47. Auction Chaos"Going once... going twice?" The auctioneer’s voice cracked like a whip through the vaulted ceiling of the hall. "Sold! This item now belongs to the Damien family!"A polite ripple of applause followed Mr. Damien—a man whose suit likely cost more than a mid-sized sedan—as he stepped forward to claim his prize. The auction had been a marathon of a parade of artifacts fetching anywhere from five hundred thousand to a cool million."Ladies and gentlemen, presenting our final and most anticipated item on the menu!" The host beamed. His assistant shuffled forward, treating a cloth-covered canvas as if it were a holy relic. "This is the 'Mourning Lisa'... or rather, the modern reimagining! A piece of soul-shattering art created by none other than Leroy Benjamin, a name that's known in every gallery from Paris to Tokyo."He whipped the cloth away, revealing the canvas to the gasping crowd. The air in the room grew heavy with greed; whoeve
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Chapter: 46. Golden yearWhen Enny hissed the order for security to drag Mark out, Evelyn Clarice—seated among the elite—half-rose from her chair. Her instincts screamed at her to protect him.But then she remembered his words over the phone.No matter what happens, don’t stand up for me.She bit her lip, frozen. Could she really just sit back and watch him be humiliated?Her husband, Steve, noticed her trembling hands. He reached over, interlacing his fingers with hers and squeezing gently. "Trust him, honey," he whispered. "Look at his eyes. Those aren't the eyes of a victim. They’re the eyes of a predator."Evelyn looked. Mark stood in the center of the hall, flanked by three security guards wielding batons. He looked bored."Last warning, kid," the lead guard growled. "Walk out, or we carry you out."Mark didn't move. He didn't plead. He simply kept his hands buried in his pockets, his gaze sweeping over the crowd like a king obser
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Chapter: 45. The event(Saturday Morning)Today was the day.Mark woke up and took a long, refreshing bath. After that, he dressed in the new clothes Evelyn Clarice had bought for him the other day. He checked his phone: 9:58 AM. The event began at ten. He was running late, but that was by design. Impact was everything; he wanted to make his entrance only after Enny was settled, her ego already inflated by the room's opulence.Slipping a few bills into his pocket, he headed downstairs.In the living room, his mother and sister were on their knees, scrubbing the floors. They froze as he descended the stairs, looking like he had stepped off the cover of a luxury magazine."Where are you going, sweetie?" Clara asked softly, wiping her hands on her apron as she stood to meet him.Mark pulled out his phone and typed: *Just a small business meeting.*"Business?" She raised a skeptical brow."Since when did you become a tycoon, Mar
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Chapter: 44. A toastThird-Person Pov[The Simpson Estate: Westgate Town]Reclining on plush, ivory leather couches that cost more than a modest suburban home, Enny and her parents sipped vintage red wine from crystal glasses."So, sweetheart," her father, Sam, began, his voice brimming with curiosity. "How are you finding the CEO's chair? Is Simpson Enterprises behaving itself under your leadership?""Oh, Sam, don’t be boorish," Samantha, his wife interrupted, though her eyes danced with pride. "You know perfectly well our daughter was born for this. She has the family’s business intuition in her blood."Sam chuckled, his gums flashing briefly. "I know, I know. She takes after me, after all.""Hardly!" Samantha scoffed, swirling her glass. "Enny gets her sharp wit from me. I’m the pillar of this family; without my guidance, this house and the business would be in shambles.""What’s that supposed to mean?" Sam asked, smoothing his silver mustache, which was groomed to match his impeccably styled hair."Ex
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The Scumbag’s Second Life
Malvin was born with a life of privilege. He had everything: wealth, status, and good looks.
Yet, instead of enjoying a luxurious life, he felt hollow. A life without ambition had no meaning to it. If anything, it was boring.
The only thing he did to keep himself entertained was sleep around with women, regardless of whether they were married or not.
But one day, his recklessness led to his demise, killed by a husband who caught him in bed with his wife. A fitting death, given his scumbag ways.
But that wasn't the end. Fate had other plans for him.
Reborn into a world of reapers, Malvin starts from scratch. Orphaned at birth, he must carve his own path, survive, and grow stronger.
His goal? become the ultimate scumbag who wouldn't get himself killed by angry husbands.
But there's a slight problem. He's a half-human, half-reaper abomination, born to die.
His existence destabilizes the world, and he's spared only to be used as a weapon.
Caught up in a world where Reapers wage a never-ending war against Soul Witches –monstrous beings that ravage realms and devour human souls - would he really become the weapon they desperately need to turn the tides, or will he be their Destroyer?
Read on to find out.
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MC is a total scumbag. Be warned.
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Chapter: 15. Time for judgment!As the first round of entrance exams commenced within the small huts at the coliseum's center, the participants' inner experiences were projected onto massive, hovering screens. High above the stage, these displays allowed the roaring spectators to cheer for their favorites in real-time.Azra sat in the stands with one leg crossed over the other, dressed in gray shorts and a matching crop top that left her navel exposed. She signaled to a vendor who had emerged from a "standalone door", one of those magical thresholds that stood without a building, pushing a trolley of soft drinks."Hey... can I get one, please?" she muttered, fishing a bill from her bustier.The currency looked remarkably like Earth's US dollars, except the text across the top read: Death Notes.Accepting the cash, the vendor handed her a drink and continued on his way, hawking his wares to the rest of the crowd.Instructor Stein, seated in the VIP se
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Chapter: 14. First RoundThe Principal strode onto the colossal arena floor as tens of thousands of spectators leaned forward in anticipation. The coliseum roared with noise—shouts, laughter, wagers being made in hushed tones and reckless voices alike. She stopped at the very center. Then slowly crouched. Her palm pressed against the stone, and the ground answered to her power. A deep tremor rippled across the arena. Cracks spiderwebbed outward, and before the roaring crowd's eyes, small hut-like structures began clawing their way out of the earth itself—wooden frames raised on crude poles, walls woven from dried grass and bark. One after another, they rose until an entire ring of primitive rooms stood in the middle of the coliseum. The crowd exploded. Another group of instructors followed, each carrying a gray clay pot sealed with a lid. One pot was placed inside every hut. When the last was set down, they exited the stage in silence, principal Chloe taking the VIP seats to watch the mat
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Chapter: 13. Entrance exams"I suggest you refrain from any further scoundrelous behavior if you don't wish to find yourself on my bad side, young man," Principal Chloe muttered as she returned to her seat behind the desk, leaving Hazrad sprawled on the floor, groaning in pain. She slid open a drawer with practiced calm, retrieved a pair of eyeglasses lined with soft pink, and slipped them on. Hazrad's groans abruptly stopped. His eyes lit up. "Damn… even hotter in glasses." She gave him a death stare. He clamped his mouth shut instantly. Chloe folded her hands beneath her chin and leaned forward, her posture composed but predatory, eyes drilling into him. "You already know this, but I'll say it plainly. Unlike the other students, you do not have the luxury of wandering this academy carefree." Hazrad pushed himself upright with a grunt, rolled his shoulders, adjusted his crooked blazer, and flicked invisible dust from his sleeve. "Yeah, yeah. Spare me the lecture and get to the point, my lady."
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Chapter: 12. A successor A chubby man in a dark cloak, pointy shoes, and brightly colored socks that looked like they belonged to a circus – bowed on one knee outside a curtained room. From within came muffled sounds and different female moans that suggested the occupant was otherwise occupied, enjoying themselves in a threesome. "Master... I've come to report!" he muttered, his voice trembling. He knew better than to disturb his master mid-indulgence. The man behind the curtain didn't respond. Instead, his thrusts on the women he was fucking became harder, louder and more rough. The women's screams intensified, moaning on the top of their voices. Their sensual moans made the clown uncomfortable as it triggered his own sexual desires. But he knew better than to indulge such thoughts. His master's companions were strictly off-limits. Desperate to quell the rising boner in his pants, he forced himself to picture how his grandmother would look when naked. The mental image worked and almost instantly
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Chapter: 11. Fan of bullying As expected of a nobles' academy, students from all imaginable rich background flooded the entrance. Chariots glided across the paved courtyard, some drawn by unicorns, some by elegant stallions, and others by mystic beasts Hazrad had never even read about. The students climbing down from these lavish rides wore smug little smiles, basking in admiration from other nobles. There were no grand gates for entering the academy or any kind of dramatic archway, only a shimmering barrier and a small checkpoint room where each student was searched, identified, and confirmed before being permitted through. Such tight security… Hazrad muttered inwardly. He stepped off their chariot, still wide-eyed at everything around him, when the gasps from nearby students made him look up. His breath hitched that he nearly choked on his own saliva. Descending from the sky was a reindeer-drawn sleigh straight out of a holiday movie. Santa-style, complete with a trail of twinkling gold particles curl
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Chapter: 10. Umbra CityThe chariot glided down the mountain path with surprising grace, its wheels humming against the stone path.Hazrad leaned forward, eyes roaming eagerly across the landscape as if he were trying to memorize every inch of it.They crossed an arched bridge, and beneath it stretched an endless river, its surface shimmering in shifting colors like a rippling rainbow."What's this river, lady?" Hazrad asked, craning his neck.Azra inhaled deeply, ready to scold him for "lady" again, but the question tugged out her wiser, older-sister mode. She folded her arms, eyelids narrowing in a dramatic sage-like fashion."This is the River of Woes. Though this is only a stream of the main body.""River of Woes?" Hazrad echoed, leaning so close he nearly toppled out. "Why's it called that? I didn't read anything about it in the book!""That's because we only had one history book at home, dummy." She rolled her eyes. "Stop pestering me. You'll learn all of this at the academy."Hazrad clasped his hands
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