God Of Lust and War system

Chapter 6: The Goddess’s Kiss

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.

“Who… are you?” Artur’s voice was hoarse, almost lost in the void.

Alice smiled. That smile was capable of moving stars and shattering planets.

“I am Alice,” she answered, her voice now soft, like a melody played on a crystal harp. “I am the Goddess of Knowledge, and I am your destiny.”

Artur frowned. The hatred and disgust he felt toward his own weakness were still too strong. He clutched his ringing head.

“Destiny? Don’t make me laugh,” Artur hissed, pushing aside his fear with the cynicism of a student who had just been smacked down to earth. “You know my destiny? Lying next to trash, humiliated, and abandoned. I don’t need a goddess; I need real power.”

Alice stepped closer, her aura radiating a dizzying warmth.

“Exactly, Artur. And I have seen it,” Alice whispered. “I saw that hatred. It is a very pure energy. Energy capable of piercing dimensions, energy capable of toppling the thrones of gods.”

She extended her slender hand, her fingernails glittering like opals.

“Look at the world I offer you,” she said, and instantly, the cosmos around them spun. Before Artur, a series of images appeared: stacks of countless cash, luxurious sports cars, and most intriguingly—the figures of Amel, Diana, and many other beautiful women kneeling before him, their eyes filled with passion and worship.

“The power to protect those you love, and the power to conquer those you desire. I will grant you the Magical Screen System,” Alice continued, her eyes flashing with mad delight. “A System that will turn your wildest desires into power, and every woman you conquer will become a ladder to absolute authority.”

Artur stared at the images. It was his deepest fantasy, a foolish and shameful desire.

“The Lewd Harem and War Emperor's Awakening System,” Alice murmured, naming the system with pride. “You will become the War Emperor, Artur. At the end of the game, you will be by my side, ruling the cosmos as my consort.”

Artur looked at Alice, then back at the fantasy images. The heat in his chest was not from lust, but from humiliation.

“Do you know what I see?” Artur asked, his voice growing stronger, filled with bitterness. “I see compensation. This is my brain’s desperate attempt to create a better reality. I was just beaten up. I was humiliated. I was abandoned.”

He spat—even in the dream realm—a gesture showing his disgust.

“I know what I want. I want power. But I won't run into this stupid dream. I won't accept an offer from a figure who is only a mental illusion.”

Alice tilted her head, her smile fading slightly.

“You refuse my grace?”

“I refuse the illusion,” Artur countered, staring into Alice’s galaxy eyes without fear. “I know I’m weak, but at least I can distinguish reality from a mirage caused by trauma.”

Artur took a step back, laughing at the Perfect Goddess before him.

“Thank you for entertaining me, beautiful Goddess,” Artur said with the same scornful tone as the thugs' laughter in the alley. “But, I must return to reality. I have to wake up and face the pain.”

Artur pointed at Alice’s chest.

“You are not real. This is just my dream.”

Cosmic silence enveloped them. Alice’s smile was completely gone. The light in her beautiful eyes no longer radiated warmth, but a deadly, cold flash.

“How dare… you doubt my existence?” Alice’s voice now changed. No longer a melody, but a roar that shook the dimensions. Her silk gown trembled, and her silver hair looked like sharp needles ready to pierce.

“I guard your reality, human! I maintain your pathetic little planet, and you dare call me just a waking dream caused by a foolish student’s trauma?” Alice laughed, a jarring, high-pitched laugh, full of the rage of a insulted god.

“Very well, Artur. If you think this is just a dream, I will make sure you never forget this dream for the rest of your life!”

Alice lunged. Her movement was so fast that the cosmos around them turned into streaks of elongated light. Artur had no time to react.

Alice gripped Artur’s chin with incredible force. Her slender fingers felt like cosmic steel clamps.

“I already gave you the system, but you need a deeper connection! You need the lust and the pain that makes you obedient to me!” she roared.

Alice’s cold, powerful lips slammed against Artur’s. The kiss was not one of love and affection, but a brutal transfer of energy.

BRUUUUMMM!

The entire dream realm exploded in blue-golden light. Artur felt an unbearable wave of energy flowing from Alice’s mouth down his throat, spreading throughout his body. It was not just data transfer; it was the transfer of desire, power, and the madness of a goddess.

Artur screamed, but his voice was choked by the forced kiss. His eyes widened, looking at Alice’s very close face, her eyes now radiating pure, burning desire. Artur felt his body being filled with something alien—an alluring, yet terrifying, power, like a narcotic forcing him to crave more.

He tried to push away, but Alice’s strength was absolute.

“Accept this! Accept my ambition! Accept your destiny!” Alice whispered directly into Artur’s soul.

After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, Alice released her grip. She stepped back, panting, her face flushed with passion and rage.

Artur stumbled, kneeling on the cosmic ground, his body shaking violently. He coughed, trying to clear himself of the energy that had just been injected.

Alice stared at him with a sharp grin.

“You will pay for this insult, Artur!”

She spat—a thick golden liquid landed right on Artur’s forehead. It felt warm, and when it dried, it left a thick mark like lipstick, bright red, like a brand of ownership.

“I have implanted the Magical Screen System in you, complete with a War Emperor Card I stole from the Pantheon of Nine. I have given you everything you need to crush this world.”

Alice leaned forward, her blue-golden eyes fixed intensely on Artur’s shocked gaze.

“Now, listen to my challenge, my new toy,” she said, her voice now calm again, yet full of promise. “Find me!”

“I want you to venture forth, gather your harem, and attain the power I planted in you. And when you have reached the peak, when you have become the perfect War God, come back to the Pantheon of Nine.”

Alice smiled broadly, a smile radiating a lewd invitation.

“Find me through the system I’ve planted, and kiss me again… once you are stronger than me!”

Artur tried to reply, tried to ask what all of this meant, what he had just received. But his throat seized up.

Alice’s body began to fade, turning into rapidly moving particles of neon blue light. The cosmic space around them collapsed.

“Until then, my arrogant War Emperor! I will wait for you on the throne!”

The light was blinding. Extreme cold struck Artur. He felt himself forcibly pulled back, returning to painful reality.

***

SLAP!

Artur awoke with a brutal start. He coughed, grabbing his thin blanket as if it were the only anchor in a suddenly spinning world.

He lay on his rickety mattress, in the dimly lit dorm room. Sweat drenched his entire body, mixing with the smell of dried blood and Banu’s spit. His lips felt swollen, and on his forehead, there was a strange itching sensation.

Artur lifted his hand and touched his forehead. His fingers met something slick and oily—the thick lipstick residue Alice had left.

His heart pounded wildly, beating against his bruised ribs.

It wasn't a dream!

He tried to process what had just happened. A Goddess? A System? Power? It was too insane.

Artur forced himself to sit up. The pain in his body was still present, but its intensity was greatly reduced. Strangely, he felt ‘energized,’ even though he should have been broken.

He touched his lips again, tasting the lingering coldness and vanilla.

“Find me… kiss me again… once you are stronger than me…”

Alice's voice still echoed in his mind.

As Artur tried to stand, his eyes fixed on a transparent screen near his face that emitted a strong green light.

Artur stared, his eyes glued to the screen now visible close to his face.

A notification wrapped in an envelope symbol, like an unread email notification, was displayed on the screen.

{Open it!} Artur commanded reflexively in his heart.

The screen opened the message, and Artur read the text, his breath catching in his throat.

[Magical Screen System activated. Welcome, Emperor.]

Suddenly, the pain in his ribs vanished completely. In the corner of the screen, a small flashing icon appeared: a neon pink heart icon, adorned with a small diamond crown, and beside it, a striking number:

[Status: Weak. Level: 1. Harem: 0/???. Strength: 1. Stamina: 1. Wealth: 0.]