The System's Arrival
A scorching agony burst in his skull.
"AARGHH!"
Leon held his head as searing pain ripped apart his mind. A torrent of alien memories poured into his awareness, overwhelming him like a raging tide. He viewed faces, locations, wars, and secrets not his own.
Then—
A name whispered itself into his head like a whisper of destiny:
Leon Moonwalker.
Duke of the Moonstone Kingdom.
And this world. it was Galvia.
As the memories fell into place, Leon finally knew who's body he was now in. The old Leon Moonwalker was a warrior to be feared and respected—noble, powerful, and downright terrifying on the battlefield. But he had one fatal flaw: an incurable disease that had eaten him away from the inside out.
An illness no one knew.
One which left him with an. embarrassing affliction.
Leon blinked, his face stiffening as he dropped his eyes.
".Erectile dysfunction?"
He sat there petrified for a few seconds. Then he let his eyes drop slowly, hesitantly to his crotch. "You've got to be kidding me…" then he groaned and hid his face in his hands.
"In my last life, I was a virgin. and I always wished that if I got transmigrated, I'd live it up — build a glorious harem, conquer beauties, live the dream… but this?"
His face collapsed into despair.
"So, that's why he never liked women. He couldn't… Damn it! No wonder he died last night—not in battle, but in this wretched disease…"
His dreams of a lustful, pleasure-filled second life were disintegrating rapidly.
And then—
Creak.
The door to his opulent room creaked open.
A gentle rush of wind swept in, bearing with it a sweet floral aroma.
And standing at the doorway… was a girl.
No—an breath-taking loveliness between the ages of eighteen and nineteen. Her blood-red hair spilled down her back like a crimson-red river of silk-dipped blood, for long and free as it waved it seemed more red than not. Her red eyes sparkled with life and emotion. Her body was one of divine, lavish curves which stressed both breasts full and large and hips spacious, encased in a form-fitting red and white robe which teased and didn't altogether reveal. Her skin pale white, faultless and delicate—her each step graceful filled with charm.
Leon's breathing stopped.
"If she were on Earth… she'd be a goddess. Even the most celebrated idols would be dull compared to her."
She was that beautiful.
Rias Moonwalker.
The name stood out in his mind.
She was the adopted child of the former Duke and— now his daughter. A girl he'd adopted years ago after a chance meeting on the streets, where she had collided with him while begging for alms. The duke, unable to father children or have a family of his own because of his condition, had adopted her and brought her up with care and protection.
Rias' crimson eyes sparkled with shock and delight as they fell upon Leon.
"Daddy!"
She ran towards him and flung herself into his chest—arms firmly around him, soft body against his.
"Finally. finally, you're awake!" she wept.
A tear escaped her eye, wetting his tunic.
Leon sat still, stunned by the softness against him. Her warmth. Her smell. Her shaking breath. His heart pounded—not merely from her looks, but from the raw closeness of her touch.
"So soft… is this what it's like to hug a girl like this?"
Memories affirmed her identity. She was in fact his adopted daughter. The old Leon treated her like part of the family—never a woman. Perhaps out of principle… or perhaps because he plain couldn't have seen her like that, his condition notwithstanding.
Leon, the new soul, gulped. He had to play the act.
His hand crept upward slowly, awkwardly patting her back.
"It's alright, dear. I'm alright now."
His voice was controlled, soft—and soothing. His act was immaculate.
"All those college drama classes finally paid off…" he thought.
Rias gazed up at him, her eyes shining. Then she nodded gently.
"You really scared me, Daddy… This morning, when I woke up to wake you, you were not moving. I thought I lost you… doctor said your heart is still beating but you're not awake from whole day I really scared Daddy with your condition."
Leon gave a slight, reassuring smile.
"I must have fainted with exhaustion. I've been… working myself too hard these days," he fabricated smoothly, drawing on the duke's memories to build a convincing alibi.
Rias sniffed but nodded slowly, though still evidence of concern lingered on her face.
"You must be hungry. Why don't you bathe while I go get your food? I'll bring it right here, so you don't have to move around much."
Leon nodded. "That sounds great."
With a dignified moment she rises to leave not before cast one final look over her shoulder, Rias turned and departed, her long legs and swaying hips leaving a hypnotic path behind her.
Leon gazed after her… and then scowled.
"Wait a second…" He blinked.
Memory shards stirred.
Rias… had an issue.
A huge issue.
She had a daddy complex… not the innocent type. Not the cute, clingy affection most adopted daughters possessed.
No—Rias loved the duke with a twisted, obsessive, passionate love not as a father, but man. Had insisted on trying to seduce him again and again. Crawled into his bed. Dressed in sultry outfits. Spoke soft, sinful words. And each time, the former Duke had rejected her gently—not through moral strength,
But never once had the former Leon regarded her as a woman—only as his beloved daughter. Due to his Erectile dysfunction, and her efforts had resulted in embarrassing silence and bitter failure. Even after that attempt at failure but she hadn't hindered her from attempting to seduce him.
"I see… no wonder he remained pure even with that beauty by his side. Damn this Erectile dysfunction…"
And when he was considering how unfortunate that was—
[DING!]
[System initializing—condition complete.]
[Connecting the Supreme Spouse System to Host's Soul…]
[Connection established successfully.]
A transparent blue digital interface suddenly appeared before Leon's eyes.
[Host Information]
[ Name: Leon Moonwalker
Age: 30
Cultivation: Grandmaster
Race: Human
Talent: Average
Level: 1
HP: 100/100
STR: 37/100
AGL: 32/100
VIT: 28/100
STM: 30/100
INT: 20/100
DEF: 29/100
Blank Points: 10 ]
(Limit of a normal human: 10)
[Skill Unlocked:]
[ Touch of Charm: An inactive skill which enhances the user's charm and appeal when physically in contact with a woman. On application, the touch is charged with a mystical sensual aura, women being more susceptible. She can never be completely pleased by anyone else after once being touched. The longer one spends with her, the greater the effect.]
[Harem Members: None]
[System Bonus: You gained 10 Blank Points. You can distribute them freely to any stat.]
[Notice: The Supreme Spouse System has been installed successfully. From now on, the host can inherit the power, talent, physique, and bloodline of any woman he fucks. The stronger the woman, the better the benefit.]
[Friendly Reminder: If you wish to become stronger—build a BIG harem.]
If you wish to become stronger—build a BIG harem.]