Lust System: Architect of Ruin

Chapter 5: Life Continues

> "Fuck! I died again. Doesn't this make it the second—no, third time already?"

> "I didn't even get to cum."

> "But her pussy sure was nice."

[HEART RATE: 0. LIFE 3: TERMINATED.]

[ERROR... ERROR... CRITICAL FAILURE]

> "What's this noise again?" Kaito's voice slowly faded in the void.

[CONDITION NOT MET.]

[SYSTEM FAILED]

[SYSTEM REBOOTING]

[LOADING… LOADING…]

"What's all this? Why do I keep hearing this same noise over and over every time I die? Anyways, what's happening now?"

[SYSTEM ACTIVATION IN PROGRESS…]

[LUST SYSTEM ACTIVATED]

[RESTRICTIONS APPLIED: LEVEL INSUFFICIENT]

[REBOOTING... LIFE 4 INITIATED]

"...Please don't die again this time." A soft voice, gone as quickly as it came.

> "What's happening again? What do you mean by fourth life? Can't I die in peace?"

---

"Young Master... Young Master, please wake up. It's time to take your medicine."

Young Master? Yasha's eyes snapped open.

The ceiling wasn't the damp stone of the lab he was used to, nor the strong smell of blood from the battlefield.

It was calm, peaceful, and beautiful. The walls were clear, with no speck of dust visible.

> "Fuck! Not again. But who's this fucking Young Master? What timeline did I regress to this time?"

He slowly sat up, his limbs heavy. This wasn't the same body that fought the Demon Lord twice, but rather one like that of a fragile and hollow child, eaten away from the inside.

He looked at his hands—pale, smooth, and unscarred. As he tried to clench his fist, his fingers shook violently with a sharp painful sting.

"Why am I so weak?" he thought, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow. "Even as an FF-rank, I wasn't this pathetic."

"Young Master, please… take your medicine. Your body can't handle the strain anymore."

> "Who's that? She's been yelling in my ears since earlier. What medicine? And what's with this Young Master thing?"

Kaito forced his head to turn. His neck was stiff like dry wood, with a sharp agonizing pain following every movement.

Standing still, with a small cup in hand, was a beautiful young lady in a maid outfit barely able to cover her boobs.

"Young Master… try it now. It's going to get cold."

"Who is... the Young Master?" Kaito questioned.

Before she could answer, a white-hot spike of pain drove itself into his brain. Blood began to leak from his eyes. Then a wave of violent seizures followed.

His body thrashed against the silk sheets as memories that weren't his flooded in.

The pain of his mother slowly dying during childbirth. The memories of him getting cast out of the main family to become the ruler of some failing land. The emotional weight of being trampled upon by his brothers.

Through the heavy pain, he could feel her warm hands wrapping around him as she forced the cup to his lips, pouring the bitter liquid down his throat.

As the medicine hit his stomach, the seizures stopped. The bleeding stopped as well, and he slowly fell unconscious.

"This is why you take your medicine, Young Master," she whispered, her voice a cold hiss. "So you can slowly die peacefully, at least."

She slowly reached for the door, walking out toward the hallway, with Kaito still unconscious on the bed.

---

Many hours later, the evening of that same day.

"Damn! My head. What's with all these fucking memories? How the hell did I end up in another body?" Kaito said, slowly lifting himself up from the bed. His hands rested against his pounding head.

"Yasha..." Kaito whispered the name, the words weighing heavily on his lips. The memories were chaotic and fragmented, sending constant waves of pain through his head.

This boy—this Yasha—was born with a mana capacity that should have made him a god among men. But his flesh was too weak to contain the raging storm inside him. Every time he tried to circulate mana, his own vessels would rupture. To the world, he was the Failed Genius, a high-born disgrace rotting away without any use.

For the first time in three lives, Kaito didn't have to start as a commoner or a lab rat. He was the son of a high-ranking noble court member. He had status and wealth, two things he once lacked. Even though it was a dying body, at the very least he could fix that.

He leaned back into the plush pillows, letting his body stretch. For a moment, it felt like luxury.

Then the air in the room grew heavy. A violet glow appeared before him, with a long interface searing through the darkness of the room.

[SYSTEM LOADING...]

[DATA SYNCHRONIZATION COMPLETE]

[ACTIVATION IN PROGRESS…]

[SUCCESSFUL… LUST SYSTEM ACTIVATED]

Name: Yasha Valemont

Race: Demi-God

Class: Not Available

Age: 19

Level: 1

[STATUS]

Strength: S < F

Agility: SS < F

Endurance: A+ < E

Intelligence: S

Perception: SS < C

Charm: B < D

Luck: D

[TITLES]

• The Abyss Walker: Increases Dark Arts attack by 20% and defense by 60%

• Demon Slayer: For killing the Demon Lord, increases resistance to demonic miasma and grants 20% more power when fighting demons

• The Unkillable: Increases healing speed by 1000%

[SKILLS]

• Mana Regeneration Lv.7

• Intuition Lv.8

• Killing Intent Resistance Lv.5

• Enhanced Reflexes Lv.8

• Night Vision Lv.9

• Mana Control Lv. Max

[ACTIVE SKILLS]

• Matter Manipulation

• Space Manipulation

• Time Manipulation

[EQUIPMENT]: Not Available

[BLESSINGS]

• Blessing of the Ancient Dragon

• Blessing of the Dark God

• Divine Protection (Minor)

• Blessing of the Magic God

[CURSES]

• Soul Corrosion (2%)

[SYSTEM NOTICE]

[New Quest Available]

> Destroy the Empire:

• ???

• Legendary Skill Scroll

Time Limit: 30 Years

Penalty for Failure:

• Death

> Protect the Demon Lord

• Full Accessibility of the System

Time Limit: None

Penalty for Failure:

• Descent of the Goddess of Light

> Cream pie in the Saintess

• Increases Maximum Slave Slots

• Divinity Stats Unlock

Penalty for Failure: None

> Conquer your first sex slave.

Target: Silver Gold Assassin, presently disguised as Stella, your maid.

Requirements: Make her submit to your dick.

Reward: Instant Recovery.

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Yasha's eyes lingered on the quest window for a long moment. Even during three lives of constantly fighting for justice and being used as a tool, the universe never gave him a system.

"No wonder the former owner of this body was a 'failed genius,'" he whispered, his eyes scanning the Soul Corrosion curse status. The body was already destined to fail. It was even surprising that he had lived this long.

"Hahaha, so I have an assassin after me." Yasha laughed out loud, a smile slowly creeping onto his face once more.

"Good… good… I really wanted to cum anyways. I better get myself prepared. Wouldn't want to keep my dick waiting."

He lay back down, mimicking the peaceful death Stella would have expected. His skin remained pale and his breathing restless.

"I've spent sixty years being the hero," he thought, the creepy smile returning as he felt a presence approaching the door. "It's time to see how well this Silver Gold assassin handles a man who's gone crazy."