"Ding… System notification!"
Just as Luis was thinking that this task shouldn't be too difficult, the system's notification sound rang out again, cold and sharp.
"Ding… Please choose a task for the host to complete."
"Ding… After the reward is distributed, the system will undergo an upgrade and will be shut down for one month."
Hearing this, Luis was utterly stunned. He asked anxiously, "One month? Why does it need to be upgraded for a whole month?!"
"Task reset!"
"The content of the tasks involves a massive overlap in character relationships, and task assignnts have beco repetitive."
"All main tasks will be reorganized, and side quests along with hidden tasks will be fully updated…"
"Additionally, the blind box system will be updated to filter out a large number of useless and low-tier rewards."
Luis froze upon hearing this. "Low-tier??"
It was very strange for a system to use such an adjective. Luis increasingly felt that, with the gathering of big data, the system was beginning to develop its own intelligence and judgnt.
For example, the series of notifications just now—angry, hysterical—seed to be trying to prove its omniscience.
The system didn't waste any more words this ti. In front of Luis, five blind boxes appeared:
"Ding… Opening these this ti will not consu any blind box count…"
"Ding… These have been retrieved from the recycling bin. They are discarded blind boxes, so opening them will not provide the efficiency of proper blind box items."
This notification put Luis's mind at ease. He randomly grabbed the first code!
A golden box shimred as it slowly opened:
"Ding… Congratulations, host! You have drawn the item: One Night of Passion for Ten Years of Life!"
"Ding… Item function description: The host can choose to exchange ten years of lifespan for a single night of pleasure with any woman."
"Ding… Item effect: After deducting the lifespan, the host can randomly select any woman to activate this item. Once activated, the woman will open her heart and spend one night with the host."
"Ding… During that night, the woman will be completely obedient, complying with any request from the host, and will actively seek to please. But the effect will disappear the next day."
Luis looked closely and couldn't help but curse out loud. What the hell.
Wasn't this just that hot internet —the saying from lonely, sexless single guys: that they'd be willing to lose ten years of life just to sleep with her once?
Even with a system, having to sacrifice ten years of life just to fuck a woman for one night, and then losing everything the next day…
This is fucking ridiculous…
He thought the Momotaro rice ball was bad enough, but this was even worse.
Cursing and grumbling, Luis opened the second blind box. With a click, the reward turned out to be a delivery box.
"Ding… Congratulations, host! You have opened an epic-tier item: The World's Most Advanced Masturbator Cup."
"Ding… This item will be delivered by courier, effective forever. It features the world's most advanced design and functions, delivering an ejaculation sensation no less satisfying than a woman's vagina."
Luis was dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open. What was this? A physical reward? The most advanced masturbator cup?
He, a system owner, needed a masturbator cup? And it's delivered with free shipping???
Looking at the item's background, it was also born from the resentnt and obsession of countless lonely male otaku.
Many people just watch porn or read hentai, jerking off to relieve their urges. When they see content or ads about masturbator cups, they feel curious.
But for whatever reason, nine out of ten never actually buy one.
So every ti they jerk off, they wonder what a masturbator cup is really like. They want it badly. But as soon as they cum, the urge disappears.
And so, this reward ca into existence…
Luis threw the masturbator cup away, cursing, "Fucking hell, you bunch of hopeless shut-ins. Can't even bring yourselves to buy a masturbator cup?"
"Is it that fucking expensive, you motherfuckers? And you still carry that obsession every ti you jerk off? Unbelievable…"
The system remained silent, but in its silence, it seed to agree…
Luis opened the third blind box.
"Ding… Congratulations, host! You have obtained the item: Is She Doing Alright?"
"Ding… Item function: Activate the item, write down the person's na, and you can learn everything about her current situation."
"Ding… Including location, job, marital status, number of sexual encounters, number of abortions, how many n she's slept with, preferred positions, and even the number of orgasms…"
Looking at this photo-fra-like item, Luis couldn't hold back another outburst: "What the hell? How pathetic can you get?!"
Reading the item's detailed description, it was exactly the kind of thing those lonely otaku would co up with—worshiping their so-called goddess from afar.
Too afraid to confess or even approach, they act like they're deeply devoted, comforting themselves with fantasies.
When they hear her news or her na, they want to know if she's doing well.
But for fuck's sake… you lovesick simp, if you're going to pine for your goddess, just do it with emotion. Why do you have to add all this perverted stuff?
Why do you need to know positions, number of tis she's had sex, and all that? You've really got so issues…
Don't you know that behind every goddess you can't have, there's a man who's tired of fucking her? You're just torturing yourself.
How pathetic is that…
Luis was too exhausted to even complain. He braced himself and opened the fourth blind box.
"Ding… Congratulations, host! You have received a blind box reward: Ten thousand dollars in cash."
Luis nearly coughed up blood. Here he was, a system owner, now making millions from a single task, with nearly twenty million dollars in his bank account, unsure what to even do with it.
And after all the effort to earn a blind box, the reward is ten thousand dollars? What the actual fuck…
Checking the item description, it turned out to be generated from the obsessions of so shut-ins who wanted to buy ga consoles, 4090 graphics cards, and the like.
Luis asked weakly, "Are there many rewards like this?"
The system's chanical voice replied, "Yes, a lot. The lowest is three thousand dollars, and the highest is an apartnt."
Well, it figures. The poor class of lonely otaku—just like him—didn't even dare to dream big. What kind of wishes were these?
Only one blind box remained. Following the fine tradition of "since I'm already here," despite being disgusted by the previous four, Luis chanically opened the last one.
"Ding… Congratulations, host! You have obtained the item: X-Ray Vision."
Hearing that aweso na, and recalling the magical abilities from web novels—like gambling on rough stones, where one cut makes you poor and another makes you rich—Luis perked up. Isn't this a good thing? Why was it thrown in the trash?
"Ding… Item usage instructions: The host can select a specific woman and activate this item, which will ignore all clothing on that woman, allowing direct viewing of her naked body."
"Ding… The item effect can only be used on one woman. Item duration: Permanent."
Pfft… Luis really felt like spitting blood this ti. He had thought it was so incredible supernatural power.
But it turned out to be the perverted, lecherous obsession of lonely otaku who had never seen a woman's body, born from their fantasies.
X-ray vision… so fucking aweso… and all you want to use it for is to see a woman naked?
And only one woman? Have you got no ambition at all?
The five blind boxes dissolved into code, with a clear "delete all" option appearing, and they were thrown back into the recycling bin.
Luis couldn't help but curse, "Serves you right. These pieces of trash are so damn stupid."
As he cursed, Luis had a sudden thought and asked, "Are there a lot of these kinds of things?"
The system's chanical voice answered, "An enormous amount. According to initial screening, these items account for over sixty percent of all blind box contents…"
Hearing this number made Luis's scalp tingle.
Looking at it that way, the things he had drawn before were actually pretty good. At least the Momotaro rice ball wasn't so cringey and useless. If he had drawn a masturbator cup or ten thousand dollars, he would've wanted to smash his head into a block of tofu.
Over sixty percent… That number was jaw-dropping.
"Ding… The blind box screening process is too massive. Matching them one by one with the host is progressing too slowly."
This was the reason the system needed to upgrade. Eventually, blind box generation and screening would be fully automated. Otherwise, it would beco a heavy, tedious burden for the system.
This was good news for Luis. At least he wouldn't have to worry about drawing things like masturbator cups anymore.
But there was still one thing Luis cared about. Before he could even ask, the system answered on its own.
"Ding… After the upgrade, besides optimizing task content and item generation and rewards…"
"All items in the host's existing inventory will be retained, and previously claid rewards will remain unchanged…"
"The effectiveness of the 'Affection Through Familiarity' blackmail hack will remain unchanged…"
Hearing this, Luis let out a huge sigh of relief. That's good. As long as it wasn't like last ti, when an optimization turned five chances into two and nearly drove him bankrupt.
"Ding… Please choose a task to complete. After completion, the system will temporarily shut down for an upgrade."
Honestly, those five bizarre blind boxes had scared Luis. He no longer felt so resistant to the system upgrade.
Silently agreeing to the system's suggestion, his first choice was naturally the most rewarding task—the main task about the girl with huge boobs, his sister-in-law, which offered two blind box rewards, the only one with such a prize.
It was practically the only choice…
Luis began planning. Every night, he would send flirtatious ssages to his sister-in-law and his little cousin.
The little cousin and the sister-in-law—two young lolita-type girls, one flat-chested and one with huge boobs. The dramatic contrast of having them both on the bed was sothing he eagerly anticipated.
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