2025-11-12 00:56:49Caleb Davis departed in comfortable oblivion. The seismic shift he’d triggered in the villa—Helena Madison’s subsequent, explosive demand for divorce—remained entirely outside his awareness.
Had he known the full extent of the calamity he had created, he would have broken his neck rushing back to broker a peace. It was a cynical calculation, perhaps, but the horrifying prospect of Helena Madison divorcing her husband only to focus her considerable energy on him was a nightmare he wished to avoid. Caleb Davis was a connoisseur of the forbidden, enjoying the illicit thrill of stolen access. But ownership? Absolutely not. He desired the fleeting joy of the affair, not the long-term burden of the scandalous inheritance. Who, with the means to acquire something new, willingly accepted a damaged asset? Furthermore, the potential for lingering attachments or, worse, the previous owner retaining a spare key to his life, was a risk he was unwilling to run. He would not be the man left holding the title to damaged goods.
Leaving the silent opulence of the villa district, Caleb Davis took a taxi to the subway, beginning a long, anonymous transit. It was a conscious, physical shedding of the temporary luxury. An hour later, he stood before the faded, cramped reality of his own rental apartment—an aging flat near the film base that, despite its faults, offered an independent bathroom and a low monthly cost.
He put on his worn slippers and stepped into the bathroom. He meticulously washed away every residual trace of the afternoon’s transgression, watching the evidence of his recklessness swirl down the drain.
Dry and naked, he walked out. He felt no need for caution. The single window in the room was tiny, set high against the ceiling, ensuring complete privacy. He was a tall man, 1.8 meters, and the ceiling granted him a full 20 centimeters of clearance—a small, but deeply satisfying, allowance of space in a competitive capital like Beijing.
With a smirk of self-satisfaction, he collapsed onto his bed.
As he stared upward, letting the rush of the last few hours settle, a forgotten piece of information surfaced.
"Wait a second. I completely forgot about the System, didn't I?"
He sat bolt upright and commanded, his voice edged with urgency: "System, report status."
The System offered no audible reply. Instead, a silent, holographic panel materialized before his eyes, displaying a concise array of data.
【Film and Television Martial Emperor System 1.0】
【User】
Caleb Davis
【Realm】
None
【Skills】
None
【Attention Value】
203
【Current Playable Role】
Eunuch
The interface was stark, yet illuminating. The 1.0 designation hinted at future power scaling. Caleb Davis quickly realized his path to the Martial Emperor Realm lay in embodying fictional characters, absorbing their skills, and powering his progress with Attention Value.
"My new acting role," he muttered, grabbing the script from his desk, "is an Eunuch, isn't it?"
The script detailed a period drama where his character, Colt Cooper, was an early antagonist—a villain of immense, frightening talent. Colt Cooper was a fierce practitioner of the Shaolin Boy Skill, possessed a startling rate of cultivation, and was only killed off in episode three by the ruthless hand of the screenwriter.
The moment his hands gripped the script, the holographic display shifted, presenting a new matrix of information.
【Character Detected: Colt Cooper】
【Realm】
Second-Rate Martial Artist (High Martial World)
【Skills】
Shaolin Boy Skill [Proficient], Eight-Step Cicada [Proficient], Form and Intent Fist [Minor Achievement] (Select One)
【Attention Value Required for Unlock】
Free (First-Time Privilege)
【Unlock Now?】
A genuine smile stretched across Caleb Davis’s face. A free skill unlock was an incredible privilege.
He quickly selected the Shaolin Boy Skill.
As he confirmed the choice, the display dissolved into a flash of white light and shot directly into his mind.
Instantly, a deluge of foreign memories flooded his consciousness—the complete, detailed life story of Colt Cooper, from birth to his cruel demise. The scenes of intense martial training, the cold calculations of palace intrigue, and the hard-won power felt overwhelmingly real.
Crucially, however, the System had carefully isolated the data. Caleb Davis remained anchored in his own mind, recognizing the injected life as artificial data, a simulated resource rather than a true merging of souls. He was grateful for the safeguard; his own mental state was already complex enough from transmigrating.
"This must be the System's true power," he whispered, recognizing the precise mental processing.
Then, the final, horrifying detail of the panel hit him.
"Hold on. Am I now restricted to only playing the role of an Eunuch?"
He stared at the ceiling, his voice rising in utter disbelief. "What in the heavens is this? Have I been cursed with the Eunuch Martial Emperor system?!
(End of Chapter)
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