I folded my hands, staring intently at the glowing interface of the system before me. Its holographic display shimmered faintly in the dim light of my small, cluttered room. The words on the screen were clear, yet the weight of their meaning felt almost unbearable. "This is my chance to take revenge," I thought, my jaw tightening. "But starting out now will only end in an early death."The system had revealed the truth to me, a truth I had long suspected but never fully understood. My parents, both once revered as heroes, had been betrayed by those they trusted most. Their downfall was orchestrated by a group of S-rank cultivators, individuals so powerful that their very names struck fear into the hearts of ordinary people. And here I was, Ashbourne, a young man with nothing but a fledgling time cultivation and a burning desire for justice.I sighed, running a hand through my disheveled hair. The system's cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind, reminding me of the harsh reality.

Keeping up that form hadn't been easy. The strain of maintaining the transformation magic was immense, and I could feel the toll it took on my body and mind. If it weren't for the system regulating the flow of energy, I would have collapsed long before reaching safety. The thought of what could have gone wrong sent a shiver down my spine, creating an alternate timeline or getting stuck in that form forever were risks I couldn't afford. Old man Jakens had warned me about the dangers of tampering with time and form, and for once, I was glad I had listened. As soon as I reached a secluded spot, far from prying eyes, I released the magic. The transformation unraveled like a coiled spring, and I felt my body shift back to its natural state. The relief was immediate, but the exhaustion lingered. I slumped against a tree, catching my breath and reflecting on the experience. "Damn, that was so tiring… but worth it," I murmured to myself, a faint smile tugging at my lips. My mind wandered

Waking up, I stretched lazily, the faint morning light filtering through the curtains of Jessica's small but cozy apartment. My gaze drifted to my right, where Jessica lay beside me on the couch, still half-asleep and half-naked. Her golden hair spilled over the cushions like sunlight, and her nipples peeked through the thin fabric of her tank top. I couldn't resist reaching out to gently squeeze her breast, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers. She stirred slightly but didn't wake, her breathing steady and calm.Reluctantly, I stood up and made my way to the bathroom to clean up. The apartment was modest, filled with the faint scent of lavender and the occasional hum of the city outside. Jessica's place was a sanctuary, a stark contrast to the chaotic world beyond its walls, a world where cultivators, ninjas, and guilds vied for power, and where systems and cultivations dictated one's place in society.When I returned, Jessica was already awake, moving gracefully aroun

With every training session under old man Jakens and my secret sessions with Jessica, I felt myself growing stronger, both in my cultivations and my hidden skills. The progress was undeniable, and the thrill of pushing my limits kept me motivated. "System, what's my current status?" I muttered under my breath, curious to see how far I'd come. A translucent screen materialized before my eyes, displaying my stats in glowing letters: [Host's current status Time Cultivation: Level 28 Healing Cultivation: Level 29 Pervert skill: Level 20] I smirked at the last line. The Pervert skill was a peculiar one, but it had its uses. Still, my focus was on the deal I'd made with Jessica. Just one more level, and I would have had her body all to myself. The thought alone was enough to make my heart race, but I quickly pushed it aside. There was no point dwelling on what could have been. "Nice going, Ashbourne. You did quite well," Jessica said, her voice breaking through my thoughts. Sh

I stared at the holographic stats displayed in front of me, the glowing numbers a proof of the progress I'd made over the past few months. The system's interface was sleek, almost futuristic, with a faint hum that resonated in the air. My stats were clear and undeniable:[Current Stats: Time Cultivation: Level 60 Healing Cultivation: Level 65 Pervert: Level 105]I smirked at the last one. It wasn't exactly a skill I'd been aiming to improve, but somehow, it had become a defining trait. Still, the other stats were what mattered. My Time Cultivation had reached Level 60, allowing me to manipulate time in short bursts, slowing it down, speeding it up, or even freezing it for a fraction of a second. It was a game changer in combat, and I'd been practicing relentlessly to master it. Healing Cultivation, on the other hand, had soared to Level 65, making me nearly indestructible in battle. I could recover from most injuries within seconds, a skill that had saved my life more than once