The glowing blue screen hovered inches from Sakthi's fading eyes, its light the only thing still sharp in his blurring vision.
Blood kept spreading across the cold kitchen tiles beneath his cheek, warm and sticky.
His heartbeat was slowing, each thump weaker than the last.
Only two options floated on the panel now, glowing softly:
[Accept Free Trial – YES] [Reject – NO]
Hallucination, Sakthi thought as he was dying.
He knew that what he was seeing now wasn't real, but the pain was unbearable.
It wasn't only the physical pain, the loneliness, the debts, the mockery, the empty apartment, everything was weakening his resolve to survive.
Within a few moments, Sakthi decided to accept the last illusion his dying brain could offer.
Anything to escape the suffering, even for a few seconds.
He at least wanted to die without feeling the final agony.
'Yes…'
He selected the option in his mind.
The blue panel suddenly brightened intensely.
Time itself seemed to pause at that moment.
The dripping of blood from his forehead froze mid-air.
The distant traffic noise from Velachery vanished.
Absolute silence swallowed the world.
Then a powerful, invisible force yanked his consciousness forward like a hook through his soul.
It dragged him violently out of his broken body.
Sakthi was pulled into an eternal void of darkness where he couldn't even breathe before he suddenly woke up.
Gasp
"Huff… Haa…"
He gasped heavily, desperately inhaling and exhaling air.
Cool, fresh air, instead of the metallic stench of blood, filled his nose.
"…!"
As he looked around his surroundings, Sakthi found himself in a completely different place.
He was lying on a soft, cozy bed.
The mattress was thick and comfortable, nothing like the sagging single bed in his old apartment.
Warm sunlight filtered through clean white curtains, painting the room in gentle gold.
The walls were a soft pastel blue.
A large window on his right showed a view he had never seen before.
"Where the hell am I…? Ahhh!"
Before he could even process everything, a flood of memories that were not his own slammed into his mind like a tidal wave with sever headache.
He saw a boy named Imaizumi, a quiet, average Japanese high-school student.
His parents were were in the same city as he is, sending money every month but completely let him be in alone for some absurd reason as man him up or whatever.
The boy is living completely alone in this modern apartment in a quiet Tokyo suburb.
School, convenience store meals, late-night anime, secret porn folders on the laptop, the loneliness of coming home to an empty place every single day.
Sakthi felt every emotion the boy had ever felt, the boredom, the small joys, the hidden frustrations, the secret fantasies.
He experienced it all in seconds.
The memories settled inside his head as if they had always belonged there, yet he still knew he was Sakthi.
Two lives now overlapped inside one skull.
But the final piece of information hit him hardest.
The calendar on the wall.
The date displayed on the laptop screen.
July 23, 2019.
Sakthi's breath caught in his throat.
His thin new hands started trembling.
"2019…?" he whispered, his voice hoarse.
"Not 2005…? Fourteen years…?"
He was no longer in Chennai.
He was no longer in his thirty-five-year-old divorced body drowning in debt.
Then a soft chime sounded inside his head.
A new glowing blue panel materialized in the air in front of him, calm and elegant:
[Transmigration Complete…]
[Simulation started successfully…]
[Host: Sakthi → Imaizumi (Age 15)]
[Porn Studio System – One Time Free Trial Activated…]
[Status Window Activated…]
[First Quest: Shoot the first porn and upload it to earn system points…]
[Main Quest(Emergency Quest): Earn enough point to heal main body...]
"…!"
Imaizumi stood frozen, his eyes fixed on the translucent panel floating in front of him.
His expression was blank, completely bewildered.
"W-What... is happening...?"
He muttered under his breath, blinking repeatedly as if expecting the strange screen to disappear, but it didn't.
Then his gaze tore away from the panel, and he began looking around the apartment with curiosity.
Everything he was currently seeing fascinated him greatly.
The memories of how each and every object worked made him want to instantly try everything.
A video game console.
A thin-paneled television mounted neatly on the wall.
A laptop resting on a desk.
A sleek touchscreen phone.
Internet routers, everything greatly increased his curiosity.
Then, unable to contain himself, he walked toward the balcony.
Pulling the door open, he stepped outside and looked down at the street below.
Modern vehicles were parked in neat rows, cars of various shapes and sizes, polished and alien to his understanding.
"...This is a different world compared to mine..."
Everything felt too advanced, too different, and too real.
When his eyes fell on the books and labels around him, he saw text written in a language he had never seen before, yet their meanings instantly appeared in his mind.
"...I can read this?"
His brows furrowed in confusion.
Sakthi had never studied Japanese in his life.
He only knew English and Tamil.
But somehow, effortlessly, he understood every word.
It was as if the knowledge had been implanted directly into his mind.
Then realization struck him as he understood why.
"Those memories..."
The boy's memories had completely fused with him, allowing him to learn many things in an instant.
"This is... incredible..."
He let out a small breath, still trying to process everything.
Then, slowly, he walked toward the mirror.
Standing before it, he saw his reflection, a dark brown-haired, brown-eyed boy with a completely unfamiliar face.
Imaizumi pinched his left arm.
A sharp sting followed instantly, making him realize that it was indeed real.
Everything he was currently experiencing was true.
"How is this... possible?..."
At the same moment the question left his mouth, his gaze fixed once again on the blue screen floating in front of him.
"Mm?..."
Imaizumi instantly noticed something as he looked at the mirror.
The panel he was seeing was not reflected.
"Only I can see this thing?..."
Curiosity burning inside him, he reached out and tried to touch it, but his fingers passed through it without any resistance.
"I can't touch it..."
Then his eyes fell on the text as he slowly repeated each word displayed.
"Transmigration... Simulation... Porn Studio System... One Time Free Trial..."
Imaizumi couldn't make any sense of these words, nor could he understand what was happening.
When the words "Status Window" left his mouth, another blue screen appeared in front of him.
[Imaizumi (Sakthi)]
Age: 15
Title: Host of Porn Studio System
Race: Human (Corruption Seed)
Mana: Not Mastered
Abilities: [Seducing Pheromone] [Lust Eater]
Stage: Unawakened
[Seducing Pheromone]: A passive skill that constantly releases an enchanting aura from the host's body, gradually stimulating the opposite gender's attraction toward the host. Prolonged exposure increases fascination, lowers resistance, and may lead to heightened lust toward the host.
[Lust Eater]: A passive skill that allows the host to absorb lust-driven emotions from nearby targets and convert them into bodily energy. This energy can be used to restore stamina, accelerate recovery, or maintain peak physical condition.
"...!"