Return of the Swallow - Chapter 19: Persuaded By Reason But Not Cowed By Force

On the night of Xiao Ke’s thirtieth birthday, he shared a table while drinking. The person he shared the table with was a cool man who fit all of his aesthetic desires. It was practically love at first sight.

He was thirty; he had reached that age where he was no longer the awkward twenty-something youth. He would pursue the one he liked without hesitation, no questions asked.

“I want you to give me a tattoo. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

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Vampire Hunter: Blood Rights, a highly acclaimed Virtual Reality Roleplaying Game. Lucian Silver was a normal guy who worked months to afford this game.

He raced home the day his VR unit arrived with the game. His enthusiasm was so great he spent 12 hours to make his character look similar to the NPC with the same name as him.

His choice would change his life forever!

Lucian Von Silver was a baron who had a fiancé in the game that would devolve into one of the early villains because of his jealous and how the protagonist would approach his fiancé Carmilla. This friction would eventually escalate until he died at the hands of Lance. Carmilla also died trying to block the sword aimed at his heart, showing her true feelings that were hidden all these years.

The moment Lucian created his character, lightning struck his apartment first, frying his computer. He thought to salvage his computer only for the second bolt to arc and strike him. Lucian died instantly.

Lucian awoke to find himself inside a strange mansion inside a casket. He has switched bodies with the former NPC Lucian Von Silver the baron. His blood boiled, although he was given a second shot at life. He was stuck inside a useless playboy who had nothing but his body as capital.

His fiancé was the beautiful woman named Carmilla. She struggled to show her emotions properly, which led to the strangely dense playboy and her to miss each other’s affection for each other.

Lucian felt despair. He wasn’t smart enough to survive with ease. Neither was he a martial artist with hidden powers. Just an unfortunate boy who failed to protect his sister and became a shut in.

A system appeared to save him from death.

[The Seduction System]

This system would help him grow out of his otaku personality. He’d gain a currency called Seduction Power [SP]. With this currency, he could buy various items, power-ups and bloodlines. But to gain this, he needed to seduce, molest, and have sex with women. He felt uplifted with a system aiding him. But he was a virgin with no female experience. What did he know about seduction? Could he really use this system?

Let us follow Lucian on his dark and thrilling erotic adventures. Will he kill the [Hero] Lance, or just flirt with his fiancée after discovering her deep affection?

But... Would the dark tides of fate and destiny allow him to be so relaxed simply by seducing women?

“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]

Initially, Lin Mo intended to become stronger through cultivating diligently. However, he discovered that staying idle was more comfortable. Most importantly, he could level up by doing nothing! Since he could achieve his goals by lying idle, why would he trouble himself to stand and work?

Lin Mo transmigrated to a martial arts world and realized that he had no talent in cultivating at all. Fortunately, he awakened the Idle Upgrade System. He could become stronger by staying away from the rat race and enjoying life.

Lin Mo lamented, “It’s not that I don’t want to work hard, but truly, there is no opportunity for me to do so.” As such, the most bizarre Martial Arts Saint in human history was born.