2025-11-12 01:04:14Caleb Davis caught a weird blind spot in the System's logic, but honestly? He just brushed it off.
I mean, come on, the Film and Television Martial Emperor System is literally a role-playing tool. Its whole point is letting him get transcendent power—real martial arts mastery—by playing the part of an eunuch. Acting is just the weird side door into the supernatural stuff.
If you forced him to nitpick the whole crazy setup...
"Seriously, there's no downside here?" he muttered, a smug little twitch pulling at his lips.
Sure, being typecast as an eunuch meant people would assume he had some "affliction" or a major, unspeakable secret. But this is the guy who, back in high school, claimed to be gay just to stop girls from bothering him. A little gossip wasn't going to stop him.
In fact, he kind of loved it. The fewer people who knew about his actual nature and abilities, the easier it was to secretly "drive"—his personal code for having a good time—without anyone looking too closely.
"Wait, did I tell that girl I was gay in this life, or the last one?" He scratched his head. "Dammit, all my memories are a blur. Can't tell the difference anymore."
It wasn't important, though. He shook off the trivial nonsense.
The System was what mattered.
Recalling the flood of combat knowledge—all Colt Cooper's—that was now hardwired into his brain, Caleb Davis felt this totally unstoppable rush of eagerness. Every guy dreams of being a martial hero. It's just a thing.
When he was a kid, he’d actually thought about running off to the Shaolin Temple. That ambition died a quick, hilarious death when his mom, who was making dinner, looked over and asked, “Do I look like I belong in the Shaolin Temple?”
He gave her the straight answer: "Yes."
He got an airborne shoe to the skull. That was the end of his Shaolin dream.
Now, he wasn't just thinking about martial arts; he was accessing the fantastical, supernatural techniques they only show in movies. How could he possibly wait?
So, he made a decision. He threw on the cheap, casual tracksuit he'd snagged for twenty bucks online, laced up his budget-brand trainers, and bolted out the door, making a beeline for the nearest public park.
The Seal of the Unblemished
About thirty minutes later, he was standing alone in a forgotten little gazebo. Caleb Davis started to move, meticulously drawing up the cultivation method from the deep recesses of his new memory.
It was totally copying the cat by drawing the tiger—he was just imitating Colt Cooper's movements, practicing this foreign art.
But whether the System was subtly adjusting things or he had some kind of crazy natural talent, his mind just opened. It felt like a rusted door suddenly oiled and swung wide.
The complicated, obscure instructions that had been Colt Cooper's life's work were suddenly as easy as reading a kid's book. He could execute complex moves without even thinking about them.
He was currently doing the Shaolin Boy Skill, which, in the show, was the thing that absolutely wrecked the protagonist in the first few episodes.
In the real world, the Shaolin Boy Skill is already brutal. It demands you start as a tiny kid, holding agonizing stances, and mastering eight specific body movements just to build a body that's "inner strong and outer tough." It's supposed to let you hit with the force of "a flash of lightning, a roar of thunder."
But in the movie script's crazy version, they'd turned it into an Internal Cultivation Art. And this version came with a horrifying footnote:
The user must always be in The Maiden's Mark, meaning they must maintain a Boy's Body (absolute virginity).
Fail this vow, or even start without The Maiden's Mark, and you'll immediately suffer Qi Deviation and lose everything. Worse case? Your energy reverses, and you drop dead on the spot.
"Hold on a minute?"
"DROP DEAD ON THE SPOT?!"
Caleb Davis was practicing fluidly one second, flipping through Colt Cooper's mental history the next, and then he just froze, mouth hanging open at the chilling warning.
He had looked carefully when the memory downloaded. The catch was that memory is subjective. Colt Cooper was an eunuch, so he was guaranteed a pure body. To him, that warning was meaningless—an irrelevant technicality his mind had correctly filtered out.
It was just a footnote until Caleb Davis, a definite non-eunuch, started studying the thing. Now he realized he'd activated a landmine.
"Are you serious?! This is a trap?!"
He was actually shaking. "Am I about to have some catastrophic energy breakdown right here in this park?"
He wanted to stop, but it was useless. He'd already finished one full cultivation cycle.
Why? Because the stupid, doggone side effect was written on the very last page of the mental manual!
Total dread seized him. Maybe he should find a hospital? Get a specialist on standby just in case the system decides to murder him?
While his mind was melting down, a small, ghost-like line of text popped up in the corner of his eye.
【Shaolin Boy Skill unlocked! Proficiency: +1]】
He blinked, stared at the text, and slammed open the System panel.
Film and Television Martial Emperor System 1.0
User: Caleb Davis
Realm: None
Skill: Shaolin Boy Skill "Unrated" (0/10)
Attention Value: 203
Current Playable Role: Eunuch
Unlocked Character: Colt Cooper
The panel was mostly the same, just with the new skill entry.
"Wait..."
"I... succeeded?"
He narrowed his eyes. Panic faded into sheer confusion. He trusted the System—those complex things don't make mistakes—but how did he reconcile success with a catastrophic warning?
Non-virgins suffer backlash... but I'm completely fine.
A powerful, undeniable thought slammed into his brain.
"The System patched the flaw!"
It had to be it. There was no way he still qualified for a 'Boy's Body.' He wasn't a kid he could trick anymore; he could lie to the world, but not to himself on this.
As for the idea that he was a genius, one in a million?
Caleb Davis snorted. If he were that kind of genius, he wouldn't have spent two years as a low-level extra just to finally land a villainous eunuch role. He'd be making movies, not squatting in a park.
He was alive. He was stronger. The System had quietly done the job.
The System has its privileges.
A slow, massive grin spread across his face. The landmine was defused. The risk was a secret cheat code. (End of Chapter)
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The night was drawing deep. The moon hung up there, a big, bright, totally indifferent coin.Here in the grand capital of Great Vespera—this insane northern mega city—night just didn't seem to exist. No matter the hour, neon lights bled across every boulevard, and every tower blazed like a torch. You had young students all linked up, shoulder to shoulder, still loud and celebrating some fleeting youth or friendship. Tourists held up their phones, still trying to map out impossible itineraries. And the luxury cars? The kind you only saw in movies back in a small town? They just swarmed this giant hub like angry, expensive insects.Vibrant. Rich. Endless. That was the promise of this city.But for Caleb Davis, a cynical transplant and office drone who literally rented his life month-by-month, none of it mattered.He dragged his totally exhausted body into his dingy room, still clutching a plastic bag with his takeout cold cuts. He glanced at his phone: 1:00 AM.Think about that for a se
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