The blow arrived not as a collision, but as an apocalypse on a miniature scale. Absolute destruction that tore through space, vaporized cosmic dust, and struck Artur’s body with a force capable of extinguishing a sun. His War God Armor shattered into pieces like glass, evaporating into golden particles swallowed by the darkness of the demonic energy. Artur’s flesh, bones, and soul were ripped apart in a millisecond that felt like an eternity in hell.“ARTUR!” the mental screams of Ayu, Candra, and the other goddesses echoed in unison, full of terror and despair.Their lotus shield broke even before the main shockwave hit, throwing the goddesses back like rag dolls. The fragile ritual circle flickered, almost dying out.“No! Don’t let it fade!” Ayu shrieked, blood streaming from the corner of her lips. She forced herself to remain kneeling, her hands trembling violently as she clutched the hilt of the sword plunged into the ground. “Hold! Hold the formation, no matter what!”In the mid

The giant screen vibrated, and the image of the crying, wretched student dissolved like watercolor spilled, pulling Artur's soul into a vortex of painful memory. The sterile white void was replaced by a brutal assault on the senses. Heat. The sticky, suffocating heat typical of Jakarta at the height of the dry season, clinging to his skin like a wet blanket. The smell of melting asphalt mixed with metromini exhaust fumes and the aroma of street food stabbed his nose. The blaring honks and the roar of engines became deafening background music.Artur’s consciousness slammed back into his old body. A thin body that felt alien, weak, and filled with throbbing pain in his cheek and ribs. He coughed, tasting the metallic tang of blood in his mouth. He leaned against the dirty concrete wall in the dark corner of his campus's back parking area, a place where the shadows of the buildings were longer than hope. His wallet was empty. His phone was gone. But the emptiest space was the cavity in h

In his dream, Artur woke up, but not in the damp dorm room, no longer smelling of acidic trash and blood. He was in a void decorated with purple stars and shimmering nebulae. The ground he stood on felt like the surface of calm water, reflecting cosmic light. The air here was thin and cold, yet soothing.Artur looked up. Amidst the indescribable beauty, he saw her.Alice stood there. No longer the neon silhouette who had just brutally kissed him, but a perfect form. She wore a white silk gown that seemed woven from moonlight, revealing her unparalleled divine curves. Her silver hair flowed like a waterfall of liquid gold, and her eyes were two calm blue galaxies, yet filled with hidden passion.Alice’s beauty was the perfect definition of myth—Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess of Love.Artur, still feeling the lingering soreness on his lips, stumbled back. He didn't recognize this pain; it wasn't the pain of a punch, but the pain of an energy burst too great for his human body to contain.

Artur’s long, adrenaline-fueled fingers touched the edge of Amel’s miniskirt, then quickly crept upward. He found the smooth skin of Amel’s inner thigh, just below the hem of the skirt.Amel gasped, her brown eyes widening. She tried to scream, but the sound was choked in her throat by the oppressive silence of the library.Artur held his breath. This was the crucial moment. Guilt slammed into him like a sledgehammer. He had just been beaten up trying to be a good hero, and now, for the sake of money and power, he was turning into a pervert. However, the system's drive, the vestiges of Goddess Alice's madness, kept him focused.One second.He felt Amel’s skin—it was incredibly smooth and slightly warm. Amel didn't move, only staring at Artur with a look of shock and a hint of... arousal?Artur didn't know why, but his fingers touching Amel's thigh felt like sending an electric current throughout his body. It wasn't just a physical touch; it was as if he were channeling a wave of pure,

“Wait, where’s the reward money?”He stared at the transparent Magic Screen, which was slowly blinking, as if waiting for Artur's reaction.[Your request for financial reform is being processed.][Funds have been withdrawn from the physical location (brown envelope) and transferred via a secure channel with the masking code: ‘Foreign Corporate Investment’.]Artur read the text, his breath catching. “Foreign corporate investment? Seriously? How does that work? Are you scamming me, System!”[The Magic Screen System only provides optimal results. Check your bank account, Emperor.]Artur immediately opened his banking app on his phone. His heart pounded as he waited for the balance to appear. His eyes widened. The balance, which had only been a few hundred thousand rupiah, had jumped drastically. There was an incoming transfer from ‘PT. Kosmik Internasional’ for Rp 3,500,000.“Three million five hundred thousand…” Artur muttered. That was the total reward from the two missions he had just